relationships: non idol! swat!Seungmin x female!Reader
cws: smut, fingering, choking, possessiveness and jealousy, rough sex, unprotected sex, uniform kink, handcuffing, slight orgasm denial, mean dom!Seungmin, abuse of power, uniform stays on during sex, use of the words “slut” and “pup”
word count: 2365
summary: after a busy day and you not being able to answer your boyfriends messages, he decides to have a look on what you’re doing
a/n: happy birthday to my one and only Isa! I love you girl! This is for you! (Thanks to AJ, Hannah and Bee for helping me with this, love you too!) - she’s my beta reader and very dear friend, yall better leave your birthday wishes in the comments! 🫵🏻
You sighed in relief when you let yourself fall onto your couch after a long day of work and running some errands after that. You had just slipped into some comfortable clothes and relished in the thought that you could relax for the rest of the day.
Pulling your phone out for the first time in hours, you immediately realized that relaxing was off the table.
You had multiple missed calls from Seungmin, several messages of him asking what you’re doing, if everything was okay and why you couldn’t answer the phone.
The pleas of answering or calling him back soon turned into heated orders, you could literally tell he was mad typing these. You sat in an upright position again, scrolling down to the latest message.
‘That’s it, I’m coming over’
Seungmin was supposed to be at work, he was a SWAT officer, he couldn’t just leave there. But still, you soon heard some banging against the front door.
“Open up!”
You felt goosebumps all over your body, you almost didn’t recognize his voice. It was so loud, so menacing and threatening.
“Open immediately, or else I will force my way in”.
This situation was weirdly arousing to you, the unrelenting fierceness in his tone was making you wet in no time. And as much as you probably liked seeing him burst in, you knew better and got up to follow his orders.
Instead of him giving you a kiss after entering the apartment like he always did when coming home, he shoved you inside roughly and kicked the door close with a foot.
“Hands against the wall,” he said flatly, voice thundering.
You couldn’t react to it at first, being completely stunned by him in his uniform - he always looked so damn good in it. Especially when he came home after work, sometimes having such a busy day he couldn’t even change before leaving—looking exhausted and sweaty because of the weight of the heavy duty clothes.
Now he looked more agitated than exhausted, pressing your front close to the wall until it was harder to breathe.
“Do what I say, I will use force.”
Your body moved, sliding your hands up and placing them on each side of your head.
“Seungmin-“ you began, but were cut off when he grabbed your wrists to pull them behind your back.
The roughness of his acts was new, unfamiliar, but you couldn’t help but find it intriguing.
“It’s ‘officer’ to you,” he growled.
“Officer-“ you bit down on the giggle forming in your throat, “What did I do?”
“You tell me,” he held your wrists in place with one hand, the other reaching for his handcuffs, “You didn’t answer any of my texts. Got something better to do?”
He handcuffed you quickly, years of experience making his movements swift and without any resistance from you, he had you restrained in seconds. Seungmin didn’t even need to hold you in place like this anymore, his hands were wandering.
“I was at work-“ you stopped when one hand wrapped around your throat, pulling you backwards until your head hit his shoulder, “And I was in the city after that.”
“Uh-huh, yeah. Did you meet up with that co-worker?”
Seungmin was a jealous man. Maybe that was an understatement. When the two of you were out together, he made sure to always leave a hand on you. He’d lace his fingers with yours or grab your hips or waist when you were standing close, signaling everyone you were his and only his.
“No I didn’t,“ you said, gasping when his hand was closing around your windpipe some more, asserting pressure to the sides.
You had a co-worker who didn’t understand Seungmin’s signals that you were already taken. That, or he didn’t want to understand. He would make advances with the dark haired man literally standing next to you.
“I feel like you’re lying,” he huffed, his tone changing for a moment, almost soft.
“No, he- he just approached me when I was getting groceries.”
Seungmin clicked his tongue, angling his leg to shove it between your thighs and push you forward against the wall again.
“Ahh, I see. So that’s how it is,” he chuckled a bit, “Followed you unnoticed and thought he could get away with it? What did he want, huh?”
While a hand stayed firmly against your right shoulder blade, the other reached in between your legs. One of his feet nudged your own further apart so he had better access. He wasn’t feeling merciful enough to shove your shorts aside or down so you could feel his fingers directly on your skin.
“Min-“ you huffed, resting your cheek on the wall.
Another frustrated sound from him.
“Officer-“ you corrected yourself without him needing to say something, “Please, just-“
“Ah ah ah-“ he cooed, head shaking slowly, “Rewards are for good girls who are compliant. This is an interrogation, jagi”.
His finger slid over your clothed folds, tip pressing into the spot where your entrance was. He was obviously teasing you with it, his hot breath on your neck was only making it worse.
“He- He didn’t want anything special. He asked if I wanted to grab a coffee with him.”
Seungmin froze in his movements, a frown formed on his face, eyebrows furrowed.
“What did you answer?” his voice was a growl.
His treatment was torture, you could feel the warmth of his hand through the fabric of your shorts but that wasn’t enough.
“I said no,” you whimpered and earned a gift, one finger indeed slipped inside your shorts to rub over your folds from behind.
“So tell me then,” he mused, movements stopping, “Why did you ignore me all day?”
You didn’t dare to move your hips to get friction yourself, knowing it would only lead to a punishment in his riled up state. Although you really, really wanted to.
“I didn’t mean to.”
“But?” he asked, wanting to hear an explanation.
But you could only groan in frustration, this was going for too long. You weren’t able to fight the urge to grind your pussy against his fingers, but he immediately retracted.
“I was just busy, Min- seriously, just fuck me already.”
Seungmin growled, muttering something you couldn’t understand under his breath.
“Don’t be so cruel, I know you want it too. Stop pretending,” you said, soon enough regretting that.
“You want to be fucked? Fine,” he grabbed you by your bound wrists and hauled you away from the wall to shove you into the apartment, “Maybe you need to get that damn attitude fucked out of your brain.”
Getting into the open kitchen, he bent you over the dining table, roughly shoving your face against the wood with a hand on your neck.
“You stay like that. Move an inch and I’ll leave you handcuffed to the bed and go back to work. If I feel generous enough, I won’t set the vibrator too high,” he moved back to pull your shorts and underwear down all together, “Got that?”
You trembled and shivered because of his words, there was no need to explain this any further, so you nodded hastily. He already scared away your complaints.
“Yes-“
“Yes, who?” he pulled the shorts and panties down rather unceremoniously, slapping your right cheek once - quick but powerful.
“Yes, officer,” you whined.
“That’s more like it,” he cooed, satisfied.
Both hands grabbed your ass, spreading the cheeks slightly before wandering up, shoving your shirt upwards to grip your hips properly. He played with you, enjoyed how you couldn’t do anything against it.
“Did you earn preparation?” Seungmin asked, his fingers dangerously close to your entrance again.
You whined, his other hand pressed down onto your lower back, making it impossible for you to move. The bulge in his uniform pants was obvious, it touched your naked skin and made you want to grind against him even more.
“No.”
“Hmm, good job. You’re right, pup,” he chuckled, voice so soft all of the sudden.
You loved the nickname, it made you weak. You were lucky you were bent over the table and didn’t need to stand on your own because your knees were so wobbly.
“But still, I’ll have mercy. You get one finger,” the softness of his voice was gone as he shoved his middle finger inside.
You jolted at the sudden intrusion, but moaned out loud immediately. He was mean with it, obviously skipping your g-spot on purpose, only fucking you with his finger to stretch you a bit.
“Officer-“ you gave in, played along.
“Ohhh,“ the grin on his lips was evident in his tone, “You have something to say in your defense?”
This wasn’t enough, you needed more than that. And you needed it now.
“More-“ you whimpered, “Please, more.”
Seungmin clicked his tongue, sighing in frustration before pulling his finger out again.
“Greedy slut,” he cursed, “You really don’t deserve that preparation.”
You heard him unbuckle his belt, the pull down of his zipper.
“But it’s okay, bratty pup just needs to be tamed, right?”
He pushed in, slow but steady, shoving his dick inside your pussy until he bottomed out. You choked because of the feeling of being so intensely stretched out, so intensely full. It pushed the air out of your lungs.
“So tight-“ Seungmin hummed, losing himself for a second the moment he got to be inside of you, “You’re taking me so well, pup. Almost want to forgive you for acting up.”
The grip on your hips was punishing, the way he partially pulled out and snapped forward again was probably bruising you from the inside.
“Is that what you wanted? Ignoring me all day just for me to put you back into your place?” he snarled, one hand grabbing your bound wrists to pull back and force you into an arch.
You couldn’t answer, the force of his thrusts smothered every thought that dared to form. Your whole body just went slack, already dumb.
“I want an answer, pup,” he halted, not moving an inch.
“I- I can’t-” you sobbed, the stretch still so intense, the way he pressed into your g-spot made your eyes roll back into your skull.
“Fucked dumb already?” Seungmin scoffed, “That was fast. Can’t even speak anymore.”
His humiliating tone was going straight between your legs, your walls clenching and gripping him.
“Ohh- but your pussy can talk. Seems like I have to interrogate her, then.”
He pulled you back by your hips, basically forcing you to fuck yourself on his dick like this. You liked the rough treatment, it was embarrassing how immensely it turned you on.
“She’s sucking me in-“ he mused, the snap of his hips getting a bit shallower, “Trying to bribe me here? Trying to seduce me into corruption?”
You heard how his voice slurred, the little grunts of exhaustion. He didn’t want to show how much he liked this as well, how much he liked to play the role of the bad cop, how close he already was as well.
“You think you’ve learned your lesson? Giving that dumb guy more attention than me? Fuck-“ he talked himself into a trance, even ignoring what a big mess you made out of his uniform pants.
He hadn’t even bothered with pulling his pants down, just opened them enough so he could take his cock out. With every time he bottomed out, the fabric grinded against your wet pussy.
“Yes! Yes, I did,” you replied, endorphins starting to flush your nervous system the closer you got to your release.
“I don’t think you did,” he laughed, “Pussy says otherwise, she wants more. Slutty hole loves the punishment.”
Seungmin hauled you up into his arms, forcing you to stand on your legs. The sudden change in position made you let out a gasped whimper, he reached impossibly deeper like this. One of his hands sneaked around your throat, holding you close.
“I could tame you all night, pup. I’ll fuck that other guy out of your memory,” he growled, but pressed a kiss to your sweaty temple.
“Officer-“ you sobbed, not daring to call him by his name, although it was all you could think of.
You felt the familiar tug in your lower stomach, the knot that was about to burst - his hand splaying out on your lower stomach and pressing onto it didn’t really help.
“Bet you can feel me so deep, right, pup?”, he was on the verge of losing control, you could hear it.
“Gonna-“ you couldn’t finish the sentence properly, the pressure of his fingers on your throat was too much, “Gonna cum-“
“You don’t get to cum,” he growled, but continued to fuck you, “Say you’re mine and I’ll consider letting you finish.”
Your whole body was trembling at this point, you were so incredibly exhausted.
“I’m yours,” you breathed, voice only a whisper.
“Louder, I can’t hear your pathetic whines over how loud your pussy is.”
He was right though. The squelching noises whenever he moved were obscene, they were echoing from the walls of the kitchen.
“I’m yours!” you tried again, “Just yours.”
“Damn right, you are. Cum on my cock then, show me how sorry you are.”
His words shoved you roughly over the edge, your orgasm hit you without warning, although you had been so close for so long. It was intense, blinding you and making you moan so loud it was humiliating.
“That’s it, tell them who fucks you this good”, he grunted, following you with his own release.
He fucked his cum into you, as deep as possible, not stopping until he was too exhausted to move himself.
Both of you stayed like this for a moment, the grip on your throat getting softer with every second.
“How are your wrists?” he asked calmly.
Your hands were numb, to be exact, the blood flow had been cut by the way you had been pulling on your restraints.
“Probably sore by tomorrow,” you answered in a whine, “Along with the rest of me.”
“Good,” he snapped his hips forward once more, your thighs bumping into the table so hard it almost hurt, “Maybe you’ll remember how to behave.”
cws: smut, fingering, oral sex (f!receiving), masturbation, sub!Hyunjin, service top!Hyunjin, Hyunjin has a tongue piercing, loser Hyunjin, pussy drunk Hyunjin
word count: 2562
summary: after being away for months because of his schedule, Hyunjin surprises you with a new piercing
a/n: Liz and Stacy, this is for you. Hope you enjoy this, thehe
The soft click of Hyunjins keys in the lock of the front door made you jolt. You scrambled on the couch, getting up a bit too fast and speeding into the hallway.
“Hyune!”, you squealed, almost tackling your boyfriend, running into his arms.
“Oh, my love”, he sighed, “I missed you”.
He had been away for months for promotion and the tour and your working schedule hadn’t allowed you to come along with him. Separated for too long, his presence, his scent, his hug felt all a bit too unreal.
“I missed you too”, you cooed, wasting no time to grab his face and pull his head down to you so you could finally kiss him.
The first kiss in months.
And it felt so damn good. Hyunjins lips were addicting, the way they moved against yours made your knees weak and you were glad he had his arms wrapped around you. You stumbled backwards with him, your spine hitting the wall.
Breathing was secondary in this moment, devouring him in your insatiable desire for him, finally being able to feel his body against yours.
Your fingers found his outgrown hair, tugging on the disheveled strands and making him grunt softly into your mouth. This sound alone was enough to get you going, to want even more - you took the opportunity with his lips parted to force your tongue past them, licking into his mouth and-
“Hyune?”, you asked, separating from him breathlessly.
“Yeah, my love?”.
“What is that?”, you furrowed your brows.
He grinned. His lips were already in a beautifully kiss bruised color and they curled up into a mischievous but nervous smile.
“What do you mean?”, he mused.
Oh, he was teasing you with it, trying his best to close his mouth shut.
“Show it”, you demanded.
Your breath got stuck in your throat, you already knew what you would see there. Hyunjin huffed, opening his mouth and letting his tongue loll out. There was a silver piercing right through the middle, the sphere sitting on top of it so prettily, shining in his saliva.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”.
“It was so spontaneous, when Minho got his ear pierced I thought it was a funny idea”, he seemed nervous, “Do you like it?”.
“I do”, you mused, signaling him with a finger to show it again, which he did immediately.
It really suited him, to say the least, it had a kind of cheeky vibe. It made your mind drift off into a nasty cloud of thoughts, imagining where he could lick you with it. You decided to be bold with it, raising your hand to catch his tongue between two fingers, pulling it out some more.
“Does it hurt?”.
He shook his head slightly, not being able to talk like that.
“I bet you could put it to good use then, huh?”, you grinned when you noticed how Hyunjins pupils dilated, finally letting go of his tongue again.
His hands bunched up your shirt, holding onto it so tightly.
“You wanna try it out?”, he sounded breathless, already so wrecked before you had even started.
You didn’t answer, but pulled him down to your level again. The kisses were sloppy, messy - but you wanted to feel it against your own tongue, how the warmed metal slid against you. It was thrilling, mesmerizing even. But you separated so you could pull your oversized shirt over your head.
You weren’t wearing a bra because you had been relaxing before he got home and in that moment you were glad you weren’t - the dark haired wasted no time to close his lips around your left nipple, covering the other side with his palm.
You felt the piercing nudge against your nipple, pressing his tongue flatly over it before swirling around the hard bud.
“Hyune-“, you arched your back, moving into him, into the pleasure.
The tug on his hair was intensifying, you pulled on the strands but held him close at the same time. He was shamelessly moaning against your skin, not holding back, hands squeezing your flesh everywhere he got a hold of you.
His mouth switched to the other tit, sucking on the nipple and groaning again, as if this was arousing him as much as it was for you.
“Baby-”, he whined, occupying his mouth with licking over your chest again, like he couldn’t get enough of it.
He was in trance, begging for something with desperate sounds, but not being able to pry his mouth off of you. Hyunjins long body twisted, continued sucking on the spot right between your tits and grinding his clothed erection against your leg simultaneously.
“My love-“, another whimper, you shuddered just because of his wrecked voice, “My love, please-“.
You loved how prettily he could plea, how down bad he was for you. It made your heart and pussy clench at the same time, you huffed when you pulled him off of you.
The sight of him was devastating, he had folded in just a few seconds although you hadn’t even touched him yet. His eyes were dark and heavy, half lidded and switching in between looking at your face and your kiss stained tits. His lips were glistening, tongue falling out and presenting the piercing again, just because he knew you liked it.
“What is it, baby? Tell me what you want”.
“Can I- I wanna lick your pussy-”, his hands already moved to cup you there, his palm rubbing against your clit, “You’d let me, right? I can show you how good my piercing feels- I’ll be good”.
You hummed at this, his eagerness was so endearing.
“You can?”, you taunted him, angling your leg and offering him more space to move his hips against you.
“Fuck- yes, jagi”, he almost sounded like he was sobbing, looking up to you from his hunched over position, “Please- I promise, I’ll be so good to you”.
You nodded, the speed of him getting down on his knees was so pathetic, basically letting himself fall down. Hyunjin mouthed at your leggins, couldn’t wait to fidget with them to pull them down and help you out of it.
A bruising grip guided your right leg over his shoulder, giving him full access to where you wanted him the most.
“Missed this pretty pussy so much”, he huffed, the air of his breath making you shiver, “You think she missed me too?”.
Hyunjin was already gone, pressing a featherlight kiss to your folds - nothing more than a soft touch before diving in and letting his nose slide against your clit so he could kiss your entrance.
“Sorry I’ve been gone for so long”, he sighed, letting his tongue slip out to lick you there, but just with the tip of it.
He probably wasn’t even noticing how torturing this was for you, how much you wanted him right now because you had been separated for months. Hyunjin had a high sex drive, couldn’t keep his hands off of you, him being away for work was literally forcing you into being celibate. Your own fingers couldn’t even compare to him, no matter for how long the two of you stayed on the phone during restless nights.
“Hyunjin”, your tone was warning, signaling him to properly start, but he was spreading your legs wider, licking the crease between your thigh and your pussy.
“Huh?”.
“I swear if you’re not starting right now, I- oh god-“, you couldn’t even finish your sentence before he understood, licking a long stripe from your entrance up to your clit.
Hyunjin moaned louder than you though, his voice vibrating against you and the pleasure of it was hitting you like a truck - fearing you might lose your strength like this since you were only standing on one leg, the other dangling uselessly over his shoulder.
“My love”, Hyunjin gasped, licking you again and again, not being able to stop, “You taste so good- missed it so much”.
Your right hand slipped into his neck, holding him in place while he sucked on your clit with urgency, his own hands holding your thighs like you could slip away any minute.
He’d let the piercing roll against the bundle of nerves occasionally, already being an expert with it.
“Feels amazing-“, you huffed, gently pushing his hair out of his face so you could watch him getting lost in it.
He looked up at you hungrily, gaze so far gone it would be a miracle if he was able to form even one coherent thought right now. He’d always get so drunk on your pussy like it was the most potent and delicious wine he could find.
He groaned at the praise, shifting in his position because his erection was straining in his pants so uncomfortably, but he didn’t even reach for it, just diving in some more.
Hyunjins tongue skipped over to your entrance, shoving it in as best as he could but getting stopped by his piercing nudging against the rim. He made a frustrated sound, only separating from your soaked cunt to slide two ringed fingers in instead.
You jolted at the sudden intrusion, moaning and slightly arching off the wall.
“Squeezin’ me so tightly-“, he slurred, his mouth giving your clit his undivided attention now, “God, feels so good to be inside”.
He was moaning and whispering sweet filth into your folds like it was his cock slipping in and out instead of his fingers, he was loving this either way.
You did too, you were holding on for dear life by now. Your free hand clawed at the wall beside you, frantically searching for something to hold onto but your only leverage was Hyunjins soft hair.
You were wondering how long you were able to last like this - he was so sloppily lapping at your pussy, the metal sphere now prodding against your most sensitive spot with every deliberate stroke of his tongue.
He pulled several sounds out of you, gasps and mewls and moans and he seemed to get spurred on by this some more.
“Baby- my love- can I touch myself? I’ve been good, right?”.
“Yes, Hyune-“, you nodded hastily and praising him, “You’ve been doing such a great job, you can touch yourself”.
He curled his fingers inside of you and you almost came on the spot, middle finger pushing into your walls.
“Thank you, jagi-“, his hand left your thigh, opening his pants to pull his waistband down enough so his cock could spring free, “I need you so bad- I- thank you, thank you, thank you”.
He slurped up your juices, not swallowing them but spitting them into his hand to coat himself with it. His eyes rolled back into his skull, the slippery sensation seemed to feel so good - you thought you could even see his eyes cross slightly out of pleasure.
Lolling his tongue out, he looked so fucked, so wrecked, whole face glistening in either sweat or your arousal to make him look claimed.
“Want me to use your face, huh?“, you asked, sounding more breathless than anticipated, “Want me to ride that pretty tongue?”.
His hand moved, jerking himself off in unrhythmic and uncoordinated strokes while he nodded.
“Yes- please, use me”.
He set his tongue between your folds and you grabbed his hair on top of his head tightly to hold him in place when you moved your hips against him, basically humping his pretty face and fingers which curled but stayed frozen without movement so you could do what you wanted with them.
Hyunjins eyes fixated on yours, holding the intense eye contact and speeding up the pace of his strokes.
“You look so pretty like this, do you know that?”, you mused, shuddered breaths coming out in short puffs.
He sobbed, full on whimpering in agony and desire at your praise.
You were so close, the release was already clawing at you - you felt the dopamine bubbling up in your nervous system, flooding your veins so quickly, it knocked the air out of your lungs and made you dizzy.
Every thrust, every little twitch of your hips dragged the piercing over your clit just right, you made an internal note to thank Minho for not stopping him following the idea to get his tongue pierced. Probably one of the best ideas he ever had.
Hyunjin didn’t hold back with his sounds, sinfully moaning and grunting with an open mouth - echoing through the hallway and making it rather embarrassing the two of you couldn’t even get into the bedroom and had to do that here.
In the end, it was Hyunjins scrunched up pleasured face and his guttural moan that pushed you over the edge. You came hard, months of pent up sexual frustration snapping when you seized up and fucked his face to ride out your orgasm, using him relentlessly and making him cum with it was well.
A growl ripped through his chest when he spilled over his hand, hot ropes of cum dripping onto the floor between you.
His hand didn’t stop with his movements, only faltering when your hips stilled and he whined at the loss of your dripping pussy in his mouth.
“No, don’t stop-“, he breathed, leaning forward to continue to lap at your clit again.
He was so drunk on your pussy, he even ignored your attempts to pull him away from between your legs at his hair, but you were too weak, too exhausted to fight him.
“Hyune-“, you moaned, his cum stained hand sneaked up and gripped your hip, locking you in place against the wall, “Hyune, it’s too much”.
“Can’t stop”, he groaned, his fingers weren’t just sitting in your pussy anymore, they were roughly fucking into you, only worsen the overstimulation, “It’s just- so good”.
Hyunjin took everything you gave him, every drop of your juices dripping out because of the intense treatment was lapped up immediately, momentarily pulling his fingers out to lick them clean before pressing them back in without any resistance from your welcoming walls.
“She’s sucking me in-“, he drawled, a gasp stuck in his throat before he let his piercing slide up to your clit once more, “Oh, she missed me so much, I knew it. Pretty pussy missed me-“.
He sucked your clit between his teeth, fingers finding your g-spot with every thrust and you had to hold onto his shoulders, so you could keep up with his lust and not lose your balance.
“Hyune- I’m- cumming”, you hissed, not being able to control your body, you already felt it running over you.
“Fuck- yes, cum on my face- please”, he licked a long stripe with the right amount of pressure up between your folds, “Please do, jagi”.
The second orgasm was even stronger, stealing your eyesight for a hot second. It swept the floor away underneath you, but he steadied you effortlessly, tongue and fingers fucking you through it with a heavy growl.
This time, he complied when you tugged on his hair to signal him to stop. He came up to a standing position slowly, pressing you up on the wall with his whole body, kissing up your jaw.
“I want a kiss”, he demanded, connecting your lips for a second, “I wanna show you how useful my piercing is until I pass out”.
warnings: smut, age gap (all legal and consensual), sugar daddy relationship, swearing, daddy kink, possessiveness, degredation, use of a collar, mentions of masturbation, unprotected sex, mentions of foreplay, sorry if i missed anything
a/n: this was requested by @case143iloveu so i hope you like it <3
part 1
stray kids masterlist
☆ CHRISTOPHER BANG CHAN
your scheduele with him:
obviously he's a busy, overworking man so as much as he wants to he can't be with you 24/7, so you two spend around 3/7 days a week together. but he still sends you good morning texts every day along with a few thousand dollars
most days that you're together aren't really spent having sex. don't get me wrong, he loves pleasuring you, but a lot of the time he's too caught up taking you shopping / on other dates
he picks you up from college whenever he can, chuckling when he sees your classmates' gaping expressions when they see you getting into a sleek black porsche
rules set for you:
you have to reply to his texts / call him back within 10 minutes so he doesn't start worrying. of course, if you're about to take a nap or you're out of the house with low battery please tell him so he doesn't panic when you don't reply
you have to call him daddy in bed. he'd love it if you do in everyday life as well, but he only enforces it during sex. he was really embarassed when he first asked you to do this but now he can't imagine his life without the title
possessiveness scale:
maybe around a 6/10. he's more protective than possessive.
he also gets kind of upset, considering you don't see each other that often so why are you spending your date texting someone?
sometimes he makes you keep your phone in your drawer for the duration of your date just to make sure there are no distractions
specific habits:
he always keeps an eye on you when you're out in public together. he pays extreme attention to your every facial expression to make sure you're not overwhelmed or bored
whenever you order food or drinks together he let's you try his first in case you like it better and want to swap
☆ LEE MINHO
your scheduele with him:
he's kind of spontaneous. you'd be coming home to your apartment after school and find him sitting on your couch, scrolling on his phone with a bunch of gucci bags sitting casually next to him
because of this you don't really know which days to keep free for him. sometimes he pops out randomly and makes you cancel any plans. of course you complain, but he puts you back in your place
almost every day you meet he fucks you. he doesnt even have to tell you anymore. you get home and while he's still sliding off his shoes you're already waiting for him in bed.
rules set for you:
absolutely no masturbation unless he tells you to. he wants all of your pleasure to come from him
he doesn't like when you dress revealing if he's not around. he wouldnt control you, but he'd make it very clear he's not happy
possessiveness scale:
out of ten i'd give him......a good 37.
he's made it clear since the day you've met that you are strictly HIS. he's even bought you a collar.
if a guy even glances anywhere near your hips, he'd end up with a bloody nose
specific habits:
he'd subconsciously keep his hand on your thigh while he drives, sometimes trailing it higher when he's too impatient to wait till you're home
delivering food over to you when he's at work so that you dont forget to eat
☆ SEO CHANGBIN
your scheduele with him:
he clears up EVERYTHING for you
he's had to have lost at least like 5 potential clients cuz he cancels all kinds of meetings just to take you shopping
you scold him about it sometimes, saying it's okay to leave you alone for a little bit. 'over my dead body.' is his response
i feel like you don't have actual intercourse that often, most of the time he eats you out / you suck him off
rules set for you:
don't deny his affection. he spoils you a lot so the least you can do for him is accept his kisses and hugs
never hold back from asking for something. he'd crash out if he found out there was something you wanted to buy but didn't ask for money to get it
possessiveness scale:
i'd say 6/10 as long as you're not being touched
when he gets jealous he keeps it very playful, saying stuff like 'oh, is he stronger than me?' or 'i bet he cant afford to spoil you like i do.'
if you're at a club or something and anyone stares at you for too long, he makes you sit on his lap
specific habits:
for some reason he likes bathing you, especially if you've had a long day. he places you softly in the tub and scrubs your hair for ages
sending you to get your nails done professionally at least once a week. he sends you so many nail ideas and gets soo excited to see what you got when you come back
☆ HWANG HYUNJIN
your scheduele with him:
he's really busy on weekdays but he makes sure you have friday nights and weekends together
on days he can't be with you, he makes you send him pictures in lingerie and he sends back photos of him with his suit unbuttoned all the way so that by the time friday rolls around, you're both desperate for each other
dates consist of him fucking you quickly before your reservation and making you go out with your panties full of his cum. when you get back, he pushes it back into you
rules set for you:
don't talk about his finances with others, as in don't bring up your allowance and stuff. it's obvious he spoils you from the clothes you wear, but he just doesnt want others to know that much about you.
there are certain cafes / restaurants that you're not allowed to go to with anyone other than him because he considers them a special place for the two of you
possessiveness scale:
9.5 out of 10. he despises other men looking at you
when you're in public together, he makes it impossible to not know you're taken. he keeps his arm around your waist or his hand intwined with yours at all times
specific habits:
he bought you matching charm bracelets at the start of your relationship and he never takes his off. he gets really upset if he sees you took yours off
he keeps a spare jacket or two in his car in case you're ever cold after a date. (he makes sure they're neutral colours so that they go with whatever you're wearing)
☆ HAN JISUNG
your scheduele with him:
he's on the more spontaneous side. he switches up a lot of his scheduele based on his mood, meaning he gets to surprise you often
he's not into going out on dates every time you see each other. most of the time he just comes over to your shared penthouse with food so you can netflix and chill (meaning you try to watch netflix but he chooses to eat you out instead)
but when you do go on dates he tries to pick places 'people your age are into' (he's not even that much older than you yet he acts like an unc)
rules set for you:
he likes to keep his work and personal life separate, so when you visit him at work, don't get too comfortable with his coworkers.
don't be all over him in public. he gets kind of overwhelmed by too much pda
possessiveness scale:
around 4/10. he's more jealous than possessive.
he knows your relationship isn't romantic enough for him to act like he owns you, but he still gets upset seeing you flirt or get close to other men
specific habits:
you guys binge watch tv shows together and neither of you are allowed to watch an episode without the other
when he sees a specific snack you like anywhere he is, he buys like 20 bags of it
☆ LEE FELIX
your scheduele with him:
he clears up a lot of time to be with you because he loves your company so much
you go on dates maybe 5/7 days a week and a lot of them end with him softly making love to you
on the days he can't be with you, he sends you multiple texts throughout the day. good morning / night texts, pictures of his food, random love hearts, you get the idea
rules set for you:
if someone mistakes you for girlfriend/boyfriend, don't correct them. it will break his heart. he knows thats not exactly what you are, but it still fills him with pride
if you're going out with him, make sure you have nothing schedueled for later that day. he hates when you're together but you seem rushed
possessiveness scale:
around 6/10. his possessiveness is actually just insecurity that you'll choose an an actual relationship over him
when he sees you with another guy, he asks a billion questions. "how do you know him?" "does he have a girlfriend" etc. not out of jealousy, but out of fear
specific habits:
when you're asleep, he makes sure you're tucked in comfortably, kisses your forehead and strokes your hair.
he spends a lot of time daydreaming about and mustering up the courage to ask you to be his actual girlfriend
☆ KIM SEUNGMIN
your scheduele with him:
sometimes it seems like he's prioritising work over you or that he doesnt wanna spend time with you, but he actually just wants to work hard enough to always be able to provide everything you want
whenever he gets home from a long day of work, the first thing he does is pick you up from whatever you're doing to bend you over his lap
on weekends where he's free, he books the fanciest hotels for you to spend the two days in
rules set for you:
don't surprise him. he doesn't like when you randomly rock up at his work
don't pretend to want him if you don't. he needs to know if he's being too rough or if you just don't want to have sex at the moment. he'd prefer being rejected like that over you clearly not enjoying it
possessiveness scale:
10/10, but not that he doesn't like other guys looking at you, he enjoys them looking but knowing they'll never have you. he's possessive in the sense that he doesn't like others having your attention
similiar to chan, his worst enemy is your phone. he doesn't let you use it during your dates
specific habits:
he lovessss getting you dolled up all pretty and taking you to events, watching everyone stare. he feels so much pride in the fact that you're his and his only
☆ YANG JEONGIN
your scheduele with him:
he picks you up from college most days of the weeks, and if he can't then he sends his private driver over because that's the only other man he's comfortable with you being around
he prefers bringing things to you over taking you out. this is because he adores picking out things (specifically clothing items) that he knows you'll love, bringing them home in tens of shopping bags, and watching you try them on
when you have sex, he's not into excessive foreplay. he prefers getting straight into you
rules set for you:
he has to be the first and only person you run to when you're distressed. he hates hearing from anybody that you went to them to vent
you can't hide things from him. his entire heart will shatter if you seem upset but don't tell him why. he overthinks a lot, especially if you leave your phone facedown
possessiveness scale:
100/10. he hatesss seeing you talk to other men. even cashiers. if you're out together, he does the ordering
he's not really into pda, so if he needs to give anyone a reminder that you're taken he gives them the most deadly stare
specific habits:
he loves holding your hand and admiring how small it looks in his before covering your knuckles in kisses
sometimes he takes risks and fucks you without any protection. he whines when you don't let him
summ: you still hate laboratories, but getting in a cabinet with jisung might be the first academic decision you’d gladly repeat.
⋆ pairing: nerd!jisung x f!reader
⋆ genre: smut (minors dni)
⋆ tags/cw: college au, almost no plot lol, kissing, biting, hair pulling, handjob, oral (m!receiving), teasing?, soft dom!reader, semi-public s*x, lots of whinning and begging, cum eating, boring science stuff ig
⋆ words: 3.6k
a/n: first time posting here. i’m really excited! i’ve been writing a lot about jisung lately, and i thought… why not post these somewhere? so here we are. nerdsung is truly my beloved, so expect to see a lot of him around here. if you notice anything missing from the tags, feel free to let me know ;)
that absolutely wasn’t your scene.
the lab smelled like a strange mix of aggressive disinfectant and something vaguely chemical that you couldn’t quite name, but definitely didn’t want to breathe in for extended periods of time. the perfectly aligned glassware, the suspicious-looking clear liquids, and the white coats paired with safety goggles were, without exaggeration, your personal definition of hell.
it just wasn’t your thing.
it never really had been.
you had zero interest in understanding chemical reactions or spending hours trapped in a space that looked like it had been designed specifically for people who enjoyed suffering voluntarily.
but that was exactly where you’d ended up. and you almost wished it had been for something remotely interesting, like a competition with an actual prize. something minimally stimulating that might have made the whole experience tolerable.
but no.
you simply sucked at chemistry and needed help to pass. it was either this or retake the course. and if there was anything you hated more than chemistry, it was the idea of reliving this same academic nightmare all over again.
you tied your hair into a makeshift ponytail as you stared with obvious displeasure at the white coat being held out to you by the boy standing in front of you.
han jisung.
the top chemistry student. the department’s pride and joy. the owner of an absurd arsenal of medals, trophies, and recognitions that honestly seemed excessive for someone whose hobby was mixing transparent liquids.
you never imagined you’d end up alone in a deserted lab with that walking brain.
but this was your only option.
that, and —if you were being completely honest with yourself— he was the only attractive nerd who didn’t immediately start drooling the second you walked into a room.
with him, at least, you could have a normal, coherent conversation without needing to remind him how to behave like a functioning human being.
the bar was painfully low, yeah.
you rolled your eyes at the thought and slipped on the coat with a sigh.
the sooner you started, the sooner you could go home, sink into your bed, and continue your beloved series. popcorn wouldn’t hurt either. you made a mental note.
“i promise this won’t take long,” jisung murmured. his voice was soft, slightly unsure.
you watched him pick up a test tube rack and place it carefully on the long white counter. every movement was precise and deliberate, almost reverent. you hummed in response, absentmindedly twirling a glass stir rod between your fingers.
the plan was simple: teach you something basic enough so you wouldn’t completely bomb your presentation the next day. you weren’t asking for a miracle, just something that would make you look vaguely competent.
jisung, of course, had suggested aiming higher and trying for an outstanding grade. something involving far too many steps, far too many things, and far too much time.
you had said no before he even finished explaining.
“for our first experiment,” he began, this time with noticeably more confidence, “we’re going to use this burette, a flask, phenolphthalein, and two important solutions.”
the shift in his tone caught your attention more than you cared to admit.
“sodium hydroxide and hydrochloric acid.”
he pointed at two perfectly labeled test tubes with a small but proud smile.
jisung stepped closer to the burette, picked up one of the tubes, and handed it to you with that same shy smile. when his fingers brushed yours, you noticed something.
he was trembling.
barely, but unmistakably.
“fill the burette with this. be careful. no bubbles,” he instructed, watching you with serious focus.
you bit your lip, concentrating far more than usual. the clear liquid slid down slowly until the tube was empty. when you finished, you looked up. jisung was staring at you like you’d accomplished something extraordinary.
you let out a quiet laugh at his proud expression over the fact that you’d successfully poured a liquid without spilling it.
ridiculously adorable.
he took the flask and poured in the hydrochloric acid, then lifted the small bottle of phenolphthalein.
“only two drops.”
you followed his instructions exactly. once you were done, you frowned slightly.
nothing had changed.
the liquid remained stubbornly, boringly clear.
jisung moved the flask beneath the burette and looked at you with dramatic seriousness. you raised an eyebrow, leaning casually against the counter.
“what?”
“this step is crucial,” he said, like the fate of the universe depended on it. “you need to open the burette- carefully! and while you do that, swirl the flask in circles.”
you blinked at him in silence.
you weren’t sure what amused you more: his intensity or the faint flush creeping up his cheeks.
you nudged him lightly with your hip as you grabbed the flask without much care. he reacted instantly. his eyes widened in panic, and his hands closed around yours.
the warmth of his touch wrapped around you, soft and unexpectedly pleasant. something shifted uncomfortably in your stomach. a small, unwelcome flutter settling low in your tummy.
“please be careful. it’s fragile,” he murmured, almost whispering, before gently setting the flask down.
something told you he wasn’t just talking about the glassware.
he stepped back toward the burette, leaving a noticeably larger gap between you. you pressed your lips together.
“first i’ll show you how it’s done. then you can try it yourself.”
you didn’t like that distance at all.
in silent protest, you moved closer, deliberately brushing your arm against his. jisung inhaled sharply.
you smiled sweetly, fingers sliding along the glass of the flask.
“i want a closer look,” you said, your tone anything but innocent. “does that bother you?”
he shook his head quickly. maybe too quickly. his gaze dropped to your fingers, following every movement with almost hypnotic focus.
“y-yeah- i mean no! it’s fine…”
you nodded, batting your lashes. you gave him one of your best smiles. his adam’s apple bobbed visibly.
okay.
maybe jisung was one of those nerds who secretly drooled over you in class. at least he was better at hiding it and you were deeply grateful he hadn’t said anything stupid.
“watch closely, y/n. this is where the magic happens”, his voice carried genuine excitement.
his eyes were shining. that wide, heart-shaped smile nearly criminal.
great.
maybe being trapped in a lab with han jisung wasn’t such a harmless situation after all. something radioactive had to be floating in the air.
or maybe you’d just never paid enough attention.
because there was no way you could’ve ignored that smile, those eyes that always looked slightly amazed by everything, and those hands.
oh, those long, delicate fingers moving with careful precision in ways that sent your mind spiraling.
yeah.
you were absolutely losing it.
“do you understand?” jisung asked, adjusting his glasses.
you nodded despite not hearing a single word.
taking that as confirmation, he opened the stopcock.
“then let’s do it.”
by the fifth drop, you were already bored. by the tenth, you glanced sideways at him. and by the fifteenth, you couldn’t keep your mouth shut.
patience had never been your strength.
“how much longer?” you complained, cheek resting against your palm.
“there’s no exact number, y/n.”
of course there wasn’t.
you rolled your eyes and shamelessly studied him instead.
his profile was unfairly pretty.
that small nose, those slightly pouted lips, lashes so perfectly curled they almost irritated you.
when the liquid finally turned pink, jisung practically lit up.
“there!”
he closed the valve, clapping with pure excitement, looking at you with that bright, expectant grin.
you stared at him, surprised by the smile forming on your own lips.
he was radiant.
your gaze flickered to the pink liquid, then back to him.
jisung had his hand raised. you met it with an easy high five.
the smile you got in return was dangerous.
“you’re better than i expected,” you teased, bumping his shoulder. “i’m glad i picked you as my tutor, ji.”
the nickname alone short-circuited him. you could practically see it. he smiled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.
“well, uh- you’re a good learner. you’ll do great. i mean- of course you will. you’re… amazing.”
it was too much. simply too adorable for a single human being.
and technically, everything was done. the deal had been fulfilled.
and yet neither of you moved.
“you know,” you started, slowly shrugging off your coat, “science isn’t so terrible.”
jisung followed every movement openly now, shameless.
“not at all! once you understand chemical symbols, it can actually be fun. sometimes i even make words using the letters from the symbols. there are… interesting combinations.”
you had never seen something so nerdy sound so ridiculously charming.
that warm, tingly heat came back to your stomach, stronger this time, sending a shiver through you.
great.
you arched a brow, carefully undoing your ponytail so you wouldn’t pull at your hair. once it was loose, you casually ran your fingers through it, fixing it without much thought.
“sounds interesting. you’ll have to show me that someday,” you said.
that excited spark immediately returned to jisung’s eyes. honestly, if he kept doing that, the sugar rush alone might kill you.
“i didn’t think i’d have this much fun with you, ji,” you added, slipping your things into your bag. “i didn’t even realize how alone we are here.”
a thick silence settled over your words. the distant look on jisung’s face made you finish the thought for him.
“you know… locked in… with no one around.”
okay. maybe that comment had a little more intention behind it.
jisung felt like this was his last chance to get a foot out of that lab. he glanced at the small window on the door, staring at the empty hallway.
he shook his head, looking away with a nervous laugh. he just needed to focus on literally anything else so his mind wouldn’t wander somewhere it absolutely shouldn’t.
but you weren’t going to make that easy for him. of course not.
“shouldn’t we put everything back in the cabinet? you know, the lab coats and the materials,” you said, gesturing with your chin, your tone deceptively neutral.
he looked at the supplies on the counter, then at the test tubes still in his hands. you were right. he nodded silently and began placing everything back on the rack with careful precision.
you picked up the lab coats with feigned disinterest, following him with a grin you didn’t bother hiding. you could see how tense he was, how his body trembled ever so slightly as he set things down on the shelf.
the cabinet was smaller than you remembered. the air inside felt different. heavier. hotter. every breath sounded too loud.
“okay… that’s everything. we can… go,” jisung murmured, staring at you like a deer caught in headlights.
“really?” you asked softly, taking a step forward. “i thought there were still a few things we could do.”
“i… already put everything away.”
you smiled, glancing away for a moment. jisung could only stare at you in disbelief. he never imagined he’d be standing this close to you, alone, without it feeling awkward.
the discomfort in his pants only worsened, fueled by the strange tension that was slowly suffocating him.
“then i guess it’s just us.”
jisung swallowed hard, wetting his lips. he genuinely had no idea how he was supposed to act right now.
you took another step, noticing the way his eyes flickered nervously, tracing every inch of your face. his adam’s apple bobbed visibly.
“you’ve been nervous since we came in here. haven’t you?”
jisung’s eyes widened in shock. he thought he’d been handling things pretty well. he glanced at his trembling hands and mentally cursed.
“no- well, yeah. just a little,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. he sighed, defeated. “it’s a small space...”
you shrugged, absentmindedly tracing the edge of the shelf beside you.
“doesn’t bother me,” you said, brushing lightly against his shoulder. “actually… i like it.”
“you like it?” jisung asked, his voice caught somewhere between scandalized and stunned. it cracked slightly at the end.
you laughed softly, nodding as you stepped closer, leaning unexpectedly toward his ear.
“i like it when you get like this with me,” you whispered, your lips grazing his skin. “nervous. shaky. waiting.”
jisung froze, holding his breath, fingers curling tightly around the edge of his cardigan.
“i- i didn’t mean to- i mean, i do like this, but… i thought you were just being friendly…”
you stepped even closer, resting a hand on his shoulder, locking eyes with him. that familiar excited gleam had returned.
apparently, science wasn’t the only thing that could light him up.
“since chemistry… i-”
“i know,” you replied calmly, shrugging with a soft, knowing smile. “and now i’m the one who wants to test something.”
jisung nodded awkwardly. there was nothing to agree to, but somehow it felt necessary. he swallowed again, his voice trembling as your fingers traced slow circles into his shoulder.
“test… what?”
you smiled, glancing down briefly, then back at him as your fingers slid gently into the hair at the nape of his neck, drawing a shaky breath from his lips.
“whether this is just weird tension…” your nose brushed against his. “or if we’re actually going to do something about it.”
jisung stared at your lips like he physically couldn’t stop himself anymore, like nothing else existed inside that cramped cabinet.
he wet his lips again, heart pounding so loudly it roared in his ears like the end of the world.
“are you sure? i mean- it’s me. jisung. scientist, comic nerd, level sixty in genshin-”
“jisung.”
his name on your lips completely unraveled him. you saw it happen in real time, the way something inside him gave out, his shoulders dropping just slightly, the unbearable tension finally cracking.
and when you looped your arm around his neck, his hands found your waist with clumsy, desperate need, like his body reacted long before his brain could catch up.
the contact was electric. absurdly intense. his fingers pressed into your skin, his entire body tensing against yours, his breathing already uneven.
“i shouldn’t be this easy to convince…” he murmured, voice shaking, more to himself than to you.
you smiled faintly. because you absolutely knew what you were doing.
“you can say no, ji. you know that.”
it was a clear invitation. and your lips brushing against his sealed it. a trembling breath slipped from his mouth, so fragile it made something tighten in your chest.
“i can’t…”
and then everything collapsed.
the kiss exploded into something raw, hungry, and long overdue. his lips crashed against yours with desperate clumsiness, breaths tangling, teeth grazing, hands gripping like he’d needed this for weeks. maybe months.
your hands slid into his hair, fingers threading through like they belonged there. jisung let out a choked sound when you tugged gently.
his back hit the cold cabinet wall with a dull thud, the sharp contrast between the chill and your heated body tearing a broken gasp from his lips. you took advantage instantly, your tongue slipping past his mouth.
that small, helpless moan vibrating against you was enough to make you tighten your grip in his hair.
you needed more.
“look at you…” you whispered against his mouth, barely pulling away. “so sensitive…”
jisung actually trembled. his hands, still slightly unsure, moved along your waist with that intoxicating mix of disbelief and need, like some part of him still couldn’t fully process that this was real, that he was allowed to touch you like this.
you guided his hands slowly to your ass, grinning when he gasped.
“y/n…” his voice sounded weak. completely gone.
your mouth moved down his jaw unhurriedly, leaving damp kisses along his neck, his skin burning beneath your lips. you could feel his pulse racing wildly, and when your teeth sank lightly into his skin, his fingers dug into you with almost violent urgency.
“h-holy shit…”
his hips jerked slightly, a small movement loaded with desperation. your hands slid across his chest, feeling his rapid breathing, the constant tremble in his muscles, the way every exhale sounded more wrecked than the last.
every sound you made near his ear had an immediate effect. you could feel it. you knew it.
you were absolutely ruining him.
“mmh… p-please…”
his voice came out completely shattered, fragile in a way that made you grit your teeth, your own arousal intensifying with every broken whimper.
“touch me… please… i- nngh- i need you to touch me…”
you lifted your gaze slowly, savoring every detail of his expression: glassy, blown pupils, uneven breaths, swollen parted lips like even breathing had become too much.
so unbelievably sensitive.
your hand slid down deliberately to his crotch, brushing lightly over the fabric while your mouth returned to his neck. jisung moaned, the sound bouncing off the tight cabinet walls as his grip on you tightened.
“like this?”
his hands clutched your ass firmly, roaming your hips, your thighs, unable to stay still, completely intoxicated by the heat, the contact, everything about you.
he needed more.
“is this what you wanted, sungie?”
he nodded immediately, almost frantically, whimpering into your neck, legs already unsteady.
“yes- fuck, yes…”
his breathing grew more erratic by the second, incoherent curses spilling from his lips, his body reacting to every tiny movement, every brush, every agonizing second you dragged out the tension.
“i’m not going to last if you keep doing that…”
the confession came out as a humiliating whine, and the sheer honesty of it was devastating.
his hands shook violently, his breaths hitching when your fingers slipped beneath the fabric. the dampness coating his cock was unmistakable. jisung let out a low, wrecked groan.
his hands rose to your face, holding you gently before kissing you again. there was still a hint of clumsiness, but hunger drove everything now. his tongue brushed your lower lip slowly, drawing a needy sound from you.
“jisung…”
your hand sped up, and his hips responded instantly, thrusting desperately for more friction, the sounds falling from his throat growing louder, less restrained.
when your fingers brushed the tip of his cock, jisung nearly collapsed, a pout forming on his lips as broken whimpers filled the cabinet.
“don’t stop— pleasepleaseplease don’t stop…”
he grabbed the shelf beside him as his legs trembled violently. your smile widened as you slowly sank down in front of him, watching him choke on his own breath.
“y/n… i- i-”
his words died when your hands wrapped around his cock again, firmer this time, stroking with slow, torturous intent while you looked up at him.
his chest heaved. cheeks flushed deep red. lips trembling uncontrollably.
“wait-” his hand tangled into your hair, grip shaking. “i’m sensitive- i’m going to come if you-”
“do it.”
the command hit him like gasoline on fire. the reaction was immediate, his entire body jolting.
you moved your hand in a slow rhythm, every stroke pulling visible spasms from his body. jisung’s head fell back.
“f-fuck…”
his hips moved uncontrollably, trying to chase your pace, but the second your tongue brushed his tip, his whole body convulsed violently, fingers tightening painfully in your hair.
and when your lips closed around him, the sound that tore from his throat was completely obscene. the cabinet filled with wet sounds, broken breathing, desperate whimpers that only drove you further.
the heat was suffocating. the air barely there. jisung’s body was slick with sweat, strands of hair stuck to his forehead, hips completely losing coordination.
“ah- fuck… i- i can’t- i’m gonna-”
his movements became frantic, desperate, until they ended in one final shattered moan, his entire body tensing before collapsing against the wall, spilling every last drop of cum into your mouth.
jisung struggled to breathe, lungs burning, mind completely blank. it had been unreal, overwhelming, like he’d short-circuited entirely. and when he saw you swallow everything with that satisfied smile, he genuinely thought he might come again.
when your eyes met, you smiled softly, rising to lean back against the wall. jisung looked like he’d just run a marathon, chest still heaving as he laughed breathlessly, running a hand through his damp hair.
holy shit. that had actually happened.
“you okay?” you asked gently, fingers brushing through his hair.
jisung let out a quiet laugh at the attention.
“y-yeah… i think so…”
he pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his heart still pounding violently. you leaned into his shoulder in comfortable silence, feeling his body finally relax.
“sorry if i…” he started hesitantly. “if i made too much noise or… i don’t know…”
you shook your head, lightly bumping your nose against his.
“i liked it,” you admitted casually, stretching.
kneeling hadn’t exactly been comfortable. but it had absolutely been worth it. jisung stared at you like you’d just revealed the biggest secret in human history.
“are you serious?”
you smiled sweetly. “completely.”
something in his expression softened. he looked down, fidgeting with the edge of his cardigan, a shy laugh escaping him.
then reality seemed to hit.
he glanced around nervously, like someone might magically appear.
“we should probably go…” jisung said, vaguely pointing toward the door. “before someone shows up.”
you nodded, taking his hand confidently, lacing your fingers with his. his face did that adorable, overwhelmed thing again.
you glanced at him sideways. “want something to drink?”
his eyes lit up instantly.
dangerous. you could get addicted to that.
“do you like iced americanos?”
you hesitated, grabbing your bag as you walked.
“never tried one.”
jisung practically vibrated beside you.
“then you have to. i know a place nearby that makes the best ones.”
and you walked out of the lab with flushed cheeks, fingers still intertwined, the conversation quickly dissolving into jisung rambling excitedly about coffee shops, games, and sci-fi movies.
you still hated laboratories.
those awful chemicals, those lab coats that didn’t match anything in your closet. that much would never change.
but maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t mind coming back.
hiiiiii wolfieeeee i have a request if it’s okay 🥹 could you do chan x reader where reader accidentally deletes something off chains laptop that he was working on and gets reallyy nervous and feels horrible
STRAY KIDS — Bang Chan
『 ↳✧･ﾟ SUMMARY: You probably should be more careful around Chan's work.
『 ↳✧･ﾟ WORD COUNT: k
『 ↳✧･ﾟ CW: Established relationship, reasonably frustrated!Chan. Happy ending obvi.
『 ↳✧･ﾟ A/N: This is lowkey canon for me. Thanks anon for the plot. Hope u like<3
(pictures are not mine. Credits to their respective owners!)
It wasn't odd for you to pick up the metallic device and use it yourself. Chan knew how to share, especially with you, his girlfriend of almost three years. Sure, it was his computer, a silver macbook he carried everywhere. But when he was at home and didn't use it, sometimes you used it for your meaningless stuff: looking up recipes, going on social media, watching a movie...
Today was no different. You sat on the couch and brought the slim device onto your lap. Opened it, typed in the passcode Chris had shared with you about a year ago.
A tab was open.
You didn't think much of it. Barely glanced at the screen before exiting automatically. Then you opened the browser. A recipe blog loaded onto the screen. You stared at it for maybe five seconds before your stomach tightened suddenly. Wait. Your hand stilled over the trackpad. Slowly, your eyes drifted toward the little icon at the bottom of the screen.
Had that been? Cubase? No.
Quickly, you clicked back into the program, stomach sinking before it had even fully loaded.
No. You were always careful about Cubase. Chan had specifically asked you to when he first started sharing his laptop with you.
A blank screen welcomed you. Had a project been there before? It was probably saved somewhere. It had to be. Chan had copies of copies of drafts and finished songs.
You stared at the screen, suddenly too scared to touch anything else in fear of making it worse.
"Baby?" You called out carefully.
He'd been in the bedroom for a bit. Headed straight for the shower after coming home from the gym. "Yeah?" You head him yell out.
"Uh, could you come here for a sec?"
You heard movement from the bedroom; your anxiety making you hyperaware. The sound of his feet, bare on the floor as he took heavy steps to you. He smiled when he found you; his natural reaction to you, then he leaned to see in the computer. He'd assumed you had an insignificant problem, some little thing you didn't know how to fix. Chan wasn't an expert, but he was savvy enough.
Then he saw it.
The program open on a new project. The same way it did when it loaded back open. He froze for a second. Then, he understood.
He removed the device from you quietly, grabbing it recklessly from the upper part of the screen.
"Y-you... have a copy, right?" You asked in a small voice. Scared.
Chan breathed, didn't reply. You didn't press either. Terrified to find out just how angry he was. If he was angry, for you couldn't read his expression.
He messed with it for a while, then dropped the metallic device on the coffee table. "Please don't touch anything," he murmured, almost grumbled as he walked away.
You sat there like a scolded child. Small and quiet. The guilt seeping into your bones, trying to convince yourself these things happened. But your mind wasn't as kind.
You froze when you heard grumbles exchanged in the bedroom. On the phone, he seemed to be. Time seemed to stretch before he came back. Jaw tight, eyes darkened. Clearly frustrated.
"It's okay." He reassured, even if his voice didn't sound too gentle. "I'm not mad."
Chan knew how fragile your heart was. Childhood trauma. He knew he needed tact with certain things, and this was one of them.
"I'm sorry," you spoke. "I didn't see... I thought—"
"Stop, Y/N." he sighed. "Please."
He sounded irritated. For you, in your sensitive, hyperaware mind, he did.
And maybe he was.
Your eyes burned as you looked down at your hands twisting together in your lap. “I said I was sorry.”
Chan dragged a hand over his face immediately after you spoke, regret flashing through his expression. “I know,” he muttered.
The apartment fell quiet again except for the muffled sound of traffic outside and the buzzing in your ears.
You hated this feeling. The waiting. The tension. Trying to figure out if someone was angry before they finally admitted it.
Chan noticed the exact second you started retreating into yourself. Shoulders curled inward, eyes avoiding his, body small against the couch cushions.
“Hey.” Softer this time. “Baby, c’mere.”
“I don’t wanna make it worse.” you admitted without looking up.
That made his heart ache, because suddenly this wasn’t about a corrupted project anymore. It was about you sitting there terrified over an accident. Like you used to when you were a child.
Chan closed his eyes briefly before crouching in front of the couch. “You didn’t ruin anything, okay?” He said carefully. “The file’s probably recoverable, I'm sure Bin has a copy somewhere. I was just... frustrated because I thought I lost hours of work, okay?” You finally glanced at him then, uncertain. “I’m not mad at you.”
Your voice came out quiet. “You sounded mad.”
“I know.” His shoulders dropped. He reached for your hands slowly, cradling you like you could shatter. Like you were precious. “I wasn’t trying to scare you, baby.”
And the tears came.
They gathered in your eyes and finally spilled over, more from relief than anything else.
Chan’s face softened immediately. “Baby girl…” Before you could hide your face, he pulled you forward into him, arms wrapping around your shoulders as he pressed his cheek against your head.
“It’s okay, I'm sorry.” he murmured quietly. “Computer’s replaceable. Files are replaceable. I'm sorry. Everything's okay.” He insisted softly.
You cried for a bit before you pulled back to dry your tears.
"Accidents happen?" He asked softly while looking for your eyes.
pairing: STEM!nerdsung x psych!f!reader, established relationship
genre/tags: college au, brief explicit content, mostly fluff, stars Richard, features Minho the bsf, Soonie catches a stray im sorry
word count: 2.5k
synopsis: Social exchange theory is the psychosocial theory that individuals weigh relationships according to cost-benefit analyses, basing them on whether the aforementioned relationship is beneficial and/or fair over time.
Jisung has someone important he wants you to meet. Her name is Richard.
[a/n] very self-indulgent fic, i think js is so cute it's ridiculous.
also you and minho are friendly, i just like him snarky! my man is funny!
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You had finally caught up. No overdue assignments. No looming exams. No discussion posts hanging over your head like a guillotine. For the first time in weeks, your schedule belonged to you.
Naturally, you spent that freedom sprinting up four flights of stairs because the elevator in Jisung's apartment building had chosen to die. Your bag bounced against your hip as you climbed, the ridiculous collection of charms attached to it jingling loud enough to announce your arrival to the entire complex.
By the time you reached the landing, the apartment door was already open.
Minho leaned against the frame. “Christ," he said. "Do you ever walk anywhere?"
"No." Minho was Jisung's roommate and best friend. He was much too contradictory for your liking - aloof yet observant, serious yet deeply committed to nonsense, a man of few words who only seemed to chime in to inconvenience you - but you didn’t have permission to evaluate him.
"Thought so."
You slipped past him before he could continue.
"Use protection," he called after you.
"Get a job," you shot back. Then you were gone, slamming the door shut behind you.
Jisung barely had time to look up from his desk before you launched yourself at him.
"Hi."
The impact nearly sent his chair rolling backward. He laughed anyway, wrapping his arms around you automatically. "Hi."
Worth the stairs.
Pleasantries were exchanged first, of course. You'd missed him, and Jisung genuinely wanted to know how classes were going. But somewhere between the updates and the complaining, the conversation migrated to his bed, where talking became significantly less productive when you ended up on top of him.
Clothes had long since vanished. You smirked against his mouth, amused as your hands played with his hair. He was inseparable from your face and neck, kissing every inch of you. He chuckled little I miss you’s into your skin with each one, but he slowed down at some point, staying in one spot for a little too long. He wouldn’t leave your chest alone.
You leaned backwards, allowing him more access. He didn’t hesitate, humming gratefully before his scattered kisses got messier.
“Are the condoms still in the drawer?” you asked, tone casual.
Jisung popped up, lips and cheeks a matching shade of magenta. He flashed a shy grin as he reached over to retrieve protection. You pulled it from his hand impatiently, giggling as you quickly got it on him.
Today wasn’t the day to act bashful, but neither of you were desperate either. He carefully lifted your hips and lowered you onto him, making you sigh contently at the stretch. You took him in quickly and well, your body having memorized his already.
You braced yourself with his shoulders and rose and fell with urgent rhythm. The sound of you bouncing off his thighs was mixed with his creaky bed and stifled groans. He tried his best to keep quiet, but he couldn’t help but squeak when you circled your hips just right.
“Missed you,” he mumbled, buried in your neck. “Don’t leave me again.”
His bangs tickled you as you quickened the pace. He could only grip you harder, letting you feel every inch of him tremor inside you. He was close and you felt kind enough to let him finish, so you grinded into him, hard and rough. He groaned, not expecting the force. He panted through it, voice high and strained as he thanked you. He sounded so delicate, even delighted, as you kept him there, using him until it was your turn.
Eventually, you collapsed on top of Jisung with a soft smack. He was sweaty and warm and breathed with the labor of a man who almost died. You sprawled out on his chest, getting comfortable.
Jisung let out a long, dramatic groan beneath you.
“Alive?” you asked.
“…debatable.”
You giggled, nestling closer. His heartbeat thumped steadily beneath your cheek. Neither of you seemed particularly interested in moving anytime soon.
As your gaze wandered around his room - past the shelves of figurines and Legos - something unfamiliar caught your eye. There was a big glass box in the corner. You were a little embarrassed that you missed it on the way in earlier. It wasn’t a fish tank, exactly. It looked more elaborate than that, with branches, climbing structures, and serious looking equipment.
You frowned. That definitely hadn't been there last time.
“Ji,” you said, poking at his chest. “What's that?”
“Huh?” He turned his head like the motion required a sacrifice from his life source.
You pointed. Jisung followed your finger, squinting across the room. His glasses had long since disappeared somewhere into the abyss of his bedroom, forcing him to rely on pure intuition. Then his eyes widened.
“Oh!" The reaction was immediate. Not merely excitement, exactly. More like activation. One second Jisung had been half-dead and incapable of movement. The next, he was sitting upright, forcing you to straddle him and gaze up into his now twinkling eyes.
You burst out laughing. "No way."
"What?"
"You weren't even conscious ten seconds ago."
"I'm conscious now."
"Because of the mystery tank?"
"Maybe."
"Jisung."
"Do you wanna see or not?"
You loved having a nerdy boyfriend. Not the aesthetic kind - not the people who carried books they never finished in tote bags from museums they’ve never been to. Despite his standoffish, slightly brooding exterior, he was a real one. Jisung collected hobbies like they were achievements all while maintaining a 4.0. He watched anime. He read manga and comics and then acted personally offended when you mixed the terms up. He treated competitive games like a second job despite complaining about them constantly. He could quote the Silmarillion and the Orange Catholic Bible. He could spend an hour explaining why two guitars that looked identical were completely different instruments in his humble opinion. Every few months, he discovered something new and immediately devoted his entire personality to it.
Which meant absolutely anything could be waiting inside that tank.
“Wait here,” he said, already scrambling off the bed. He clumsily redressed himself, passing you your shirt and underwear, as well.
After making yourself kind of presentable, you sat on the edge of the bed, kicking your feet while your imagination ran wild.
A turtle would be fine.
A snake would be manageable.
A tarantula would test the limits of your devotion.
The door opened before you could decide where exactly you drew the line. Jisung stepped inside with both hands raised dramatically, like a doctor preparing for surgery.
"Okay," he said. "Important question."
You cocked your head to the side.
"Are you gonna want to hold her?"
Her. Your curiosity doubled.
"Maybe?" You lied.
"Then you need to wash your hands first."
You wanted to hesitate; you wanted to interrogate a bit further. But his hair was a mess. His cheeks were still pink. There was a shine to his skin that made him look warm and impossibly pretty, and he was smiling at you with all the excitement of a little kid about to show off his favorite toy.
You folded immediately.
"Okay."
"Okay," he echoed, pleased.
You dutifully headed for the bathroom. On your way back, you passed through the living room. Minho was stretched across the couch, scrolling through his phone with one hand. One of his cats - the enormous orange one that seemed to gain mass every time you visited - was sprawled across his chest like a weighted blanket.
Without looking up, he said, "You'll be fine."
You paused.
"Hm?"
"Just don't freak out."
That did not inspire confidence.
"And call her cute."
Now you were even more concerned.
"It'll make him happy."
You stared at him. Minho finally glanced up.
"Trust me."
Considering Minho's definition of cute included an almost literal gang of mean, chunky cats, you weren't sure that helped very much.
When you returned to Jisung's room, he was standing in front of the tank with one arm inside. "Hey," he was saying softly. "Daddy wants to introduce you to somebody."
You opened your mouth and then closed it, not having the time to unpack that statement. A beat later, he carefully withdrew his hand. Something tiny clung to his fingers.
"Oh." Your heart immediately melted.
The lizard was adorable. It was mostly white, covered in soft brown patches that reminded you of a cow. It looked impossibly small perched against his hand - not even the size of a full palm, barely as long as the fingers its little toes were wrapped around. For a creature that looked like a miniature dinosaur, it was unbelievably cute.
"This is Richard," Jisung announced. The smile on his face could have powered a city. "She's a crested gecko. She's still a baby, so she's really little."
You looked from the gecko to Jisung. Then back to the gecko. Then back to Jisung.
"...She's a girl?"
"Yeah!"
"Why is her name Richard, then?"
A moment passed.
"Changbin named her."
That somehow explained everything and nothing.
"It's a pun," he continued bashfully.
You laughed. “Of course.”
"But she likes it."
"She likes being named Richard?"
"Yeah!” He said it with such conviction that you couldn't even argue.
Jisung stepped closer and gently held out his hand. Richard immediately turned her head toward you. You froze. The gecko stared. You stared back. She had huge, curious eyes. The kind that made it look like she was genuinely trying to figure you out.
"She's looking at you," Jisung said quietly.
"Yeah, I can see that."
"She's wondering who you are." The fondness in his voice nearly killed you. “She's really only met me and Minho. She hid from my dad when he dropped her off."
You reached out carefully, wiggling a finger. Richard followed the movement with her entire head.
"Oh my God."
"I know," Jisung said immediately, proudly.
"How long have you had her?"
"A few weeks." The answer came instantly, but the follow-up was stammered a bit, like he was guilty. "I-I wanted to introduce you guys when you were less swamped and she was settled in first. I figured it'd take longer, but she's such a happy baby."
His entire face lit up. The gecko could not possibly understand what he was saying. That didn't stop him.
"She lets me hold her every morning before she goes to sleep. Sometimes she'll just sit with me in bed." He smiled down at Richard. "And she'll come out of her cave to stare at Minho and the cats."
"Just stare?"
"Just stare."
"Judgmentally?"
"A little. They deserve it.”
You laughed. Jisung laughed too.
And for a moment, watching him gush over a tiny lizard named Richard, you found yourself thinking the same thing you'd been thinking for months now - somehow, every new thing he cared about became your favorite thing to hear about.
"Do you want to try holding her?" Jisung asked.
You nodded, truly excited. The smile that spread across his face was almost unfair.
"Okay." He adjusted his hands carefully. "Just hold your hand out like this.”
You copied him.
“If she wants to come over, she will. If she doesn't, that's okay too." His voice softened. "She might need more time. She still won't let Minho hold her."
The smug satisfaction that gave you was completely irrational.
You held your hand steady. The tiny gecko tilted her head as though she were conducting a very serious evaluation. For a moment, she simply watched you. Then, after what felt like an eternity, she leaned forward.
One foot. Then another. Slowly, she climbed from Jisung's hand onto yours. Your entire face lit up.
"Oh my God - I've been chosen."
"You have."
You bit your lip to stop yourself from squealing. She was even smaller up close, delicate. Ridiculously tiny compared to the hand she perched on. Richard blinked at you intently. There was something strangely self-satisfied about her expression, like she knew exactly how adorable she was.
"What a brave girl!" Jisung cooed. He was smiling so proudly it was embarrassing. "Daddy is so proud of you."
You paused, then slowly turned toward him, with a poorly hidden smirk.
"Daddy?"
Jisung looked back at you.
"Daddy," you repeated.
"Yeah?" The confusion on his face was genuine.
"You call yourself that?"
"Well..." He shrugged. "She's my daughter." The answer was delivered with complete sincerity.
You hummed. "I'll remember that."
The tips of his ears immediately turned pink.
Richard shifted on your hand, completely unaware that her father was currently being psychologically observed.
"Can I be her mommy?" you asked suddenly.
Jisung's eyes widened. "What?"
You lifted Richard slightly. "I think she likes me."
Richard chose that exact moment to climb farther onto your hand.
"See?" you said. "We're bonding."
Jisung looked between you and the gecko. Then, to your surprise, he smiled. "Of course."
Your heart did a stupid little flip. "Really?"
"Yeah." He reached over to gently scratch beneath Richard's chin. "She already has uncles."
You laughed, an airy, surprised sound. The domesticity of that sentence hit you far harder than it should have.
Richard: one.
Your ability to function: zero.
"Hm." You pretended to think. "Can I be your—"
"Absolutely not."
You burst out laughing. “You don't even know what I was going to say."
"I do."
"You don't."
"You can’t joke like that in front of children!” His face was red now.
Richard suddenly licked the tip of your finger. Both of you froze. Then Jisung pointed. "See? She agrees with me."
"That's not what happened."
"That's exactly what happened."
"Richard, blink twice if you support me."
Richard simply continued sitting there, unblinking, looking pleased with herself.
Traitor.
You lifted her closer to eye level. She watched you back. Tiny. Inquisitive. Completely content.
Honestly, you understood why Jisung was obsessed with her. Then again, you also understood why you were obsessed with Jisung.
Richard settled comfortably in your stretched hand, curling in on herself almost sleepily.
"I really do think she's adopted me," you whispered.
"Good."
"Good?"
Jisung nodded without hesitation. "Yeah."
"Why?"
He looked genuinely confused by the question. "Because I wanted her to like you."
Your heart immediately betrayed you. "Oh."
Jisung reached over to gently pat Richard's head. "You're important to me," he said simply. "I wanted you guys to get along."
Just like that. No grand declaration. No dramatic speech. Just a statement of fact. You looked down at Richard before he could see the ridiculous smile threatening to spread across your face.
Unfortunately, your boyfriend was observant.
"Why are you smiling like that?"
"No reason."
"There is absolutely a reason."
"Focus on your daughter."
"She's our daughter."
You turned around to hide your red face growing hotter and hotter by the second, startling Richard as she peered at her father judgingly. Jisung stood frozen, surprised by his own charm.
From somewhere in the apartment, Minho yelled, "I heard that one."
"Mind your business!" you shouted. Richard stretched forward in solidarity.
@stryscribbles loveeee. Happy (late) birthday! this is for you, i hope you liked it and i'm sorry the lateness💕 here's to many more!🎉
Do You Meant It? - BC
Pairings: Chan x Reader. Established Relationship
Warnings: Fight. Chan is an ass at the beggining before he realizes he f-ed up. curse words.
Summary: “Do you know you can count on me for anything?” No, you don’t. When you needed him, he yelled at you. Now, Chan is trying to make up for what he broke.
“Do you know you can count on me for anything?” Chan had once said, you smiled at him
“I don't want to bother you with my problems” You had said, your hands on his wrists
“Your problems are mine, you're my partner, I want to help you on these things”
“Only if you do the same” You looked up at him, resting your head on his chest
Your mind went back to that memory of him, his words back then were different to what he was saying now.
“Listen to me, I have a comeback to finish preparing, I have songs to finish writing, I have daily meetings, dance and singing rehearsals; and you’re just getting in the way, you understand?” His voice raised “I've got a lot on my plate, and you just won't stop nitpicking! If it's not red, it's blue. You complain when it's sunny, and you complain when it rains. If you don't eat this, or if you eat that! I can't take it anymore! Everything that comes out of your mouth is nonsense, and I don't want to listen to you right now!”
“Nonsense?” You replied, hands together and voice cracking up, you were starting to see blurry because of the tears “I'm just telling you how bad I'm having it now at work, Chan. Plus my studies. I'm tired”
“Well, guess what? We all are tired. It's not just you, don't feel too special about it, ‘kay?” He grabbed his gym bag “gosh, I don't need all of this” he murmured
And he left without giving you a proper goodbye.
If he thought your problems were a nuisance, well, you’d do as he asked. You wouldn’t say another word to him about it.
You cried like never before, until you fell asleep on the sofa; Chris still hadn’t come home.
And after that day, you never acted the same way around him again.
When he asked you about your day, you gave short, vague answers. You could tell he wanted to keep the conversation going, but your mind kept drifting back to that night.
"Anything new happened at work today?"
"No, nothing new."
"How are things going with Professor Kim?"
"Just the usual, he's still sending loads of homework"
"Hey, what do you think of this?"
"It looks great."
Everyone could tell. You’d become withdrawn and a little insecure. Not just with Chan, but with your friends and some of your relatives, too.
You felt like a burden. Until that day came.
“Come on, Y/N.” One of your classmates and close friends, Si-woo, came over to you in the library. "We're working on this project together, and the one thing we're not doing is talking about what we need to do. Don’t avoid me.”
“I told you you’d do your part and I’d do mine.”
“But I have a question about something. Can you help me?” You sighed.
“What’s up?” Si-woo smiled as he moved closer to you, his notebook already open and his highlighters in hand.
Between jokes and studying, Siwoo managed to get more than five words out of you.
Something no one had managed to do in the last three weeks.
“Tomorrow. Same place, same time?” he asked, and after a few minutes of thinking it over, you nodded.
“That sounds good.”
And just as he said, the next day, Siwoo was sitting at the table in the corner, with two cups of coffee on it and his head buried in a literature book.
“How far have you gotten?” you asked, sitting down next to him.
“Well, I’ve found several references we can use to support our argument. I think it might be good.”
“Let’s see,” you said.
“Before we start,” he said, grabbing a cup and handing it to you, "Black. Two sugars. I didn’t know if you liked it any other way.”
“With milk and three sugars. But this is fine; I need to stay awake as long as possible.” You both laughed.
“I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”
You took a sip, nodding. “Come on, let’s get started—we’ve got a lot to do.”
And while Siwoo was tearing down those walls you’d built, little by little and without even realizing it.
Chan was a mess and didn’t know what else to do.
You accepted his invitations; you accepted his caresses, you accepted his kisses, but it was as if you weren’t fully there.
When he tried to bring up the subject, you deflected him, you grew cold, your posture stiffened, and you tried to leave or change the subject.
“What are you laughing at, gorgeous?” He asked with a small smile happy to see you smile finally after these past weeks
As soon as you heard his voice, your smile slowly disappeared “Oh, it’s nothing” You shook your head slowly “Just a texting with a friend”
“Rina?”
You shook your head “Not sure if you remember him, his name’s Siwoo”
“Don’t think I’ve met him before”
“He’s nice” You said “We’re doing a project together so yeah”
But what hurt him the most was seeing you smile and laugh heartily at your phone. Whatever it was— or someone —was making you happier than he had in recent days.
And it hurt him. Of course it did.
“I don't know what to do,” he said one day, lying on the floor of the practice room.
“I don't know what to tell you, Chan,” Minho replied, breathing heavily. “She hasn't talked to me about anything either. I sent her a photo of SongDongDori a few days ago, and she left it unread.”
“And she loves getting SongDongDori pictures, we know that” Felix said fixing his cap
“Kkami is her favorite”
“You wish. We know Bbama is her baby”
“Guys” Chan asked, his voice sounded fragile, almost breathless. He sighed.
“Think about everything for a second, Hyung” Jeongin said from the corner of the room, eyes never leaving his phone. “Since when has she been like this?”
Chan’s mind immediately went back four weeks
However, he couldn’t quite pinpoint the exact night. He shook his head.
He knew he shouldn’t be doing this at work—they were in the middle of a rehearsal, for God’s sake. But the guys could see that something was eating away at their leader; he wasn’t his usual self.
And it hurt them to see him like this. They knew Chan would do everything he could to stay strong in front of them, but they wanted to let him know that if he fell, they were there to catch him.
“I don't know,” he admitted, running his hands through his hair.
“Come on, it could have been something,” Changbin said. “A message. Something you forgot. An argument.”
An argument? You haven't had any arguments lately.
Not since that time when—
It suddenly clicked in his mind.
Not since that time when he yelled at you for telling him about your problems.
“Shit” He murmured getting up “Guys, I-”
“I’ll take it from here and let you know” Minho said nodding “Go”
Chan grabbed his things and left the practice room. His thoughts were racing at 100 miles an hour.
Now he understood why you had acted the way you did. He felt like a piece of trash making you feel that way. He knew your insecurities, he knew your fears, and he used them against you on a day of desperation when everything was going wrong for him.
Meanwhile, you were laughing with Siwoo in your living room; homework already done; you made some coffee for the two of you and Siwoo brought some cookies
“Who would have thought, Y/L/N? You’re back to your old self again.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re laughing again, you’re joking again, you’re being yourself again.”
“Well, you’ve helped me a lot with that, Siwoo.”
“Don’t let anyone bring you down, girl.” You sighed and took a sip of your coffee
“I just don’t want to burden anyone” You said softly not knowing someone else was inside the house
“You’re not a burden” Siwoo said shaking his head "I'm not sure who made you believe that, but they're idiots," you chuckled a little.
"Please," you said.
"All right, all right," he raised his hands but soon dropped them "I know how much it hurt you when he said that to you. Thank you for trusting me and letting me and the lads in once again." You smiled
Two weeks ago you started hanging out with your friends once again. Of course they asked you what had happened to you, and when you plucked up the courage to tell them, most of them weren’t exactly happy that your boyfriend had treated you like that
“How about a rematch on Just Dance?" He said changing the subject
"Now?" He nodded. "Come on, let's go! You won’t beat me.” You laughed, finished the last of your drink and cleared away the cups you’d used.
As you entered the kitchen, you saw Chan sitting in one of the chairs, looking towards the living room.
“Oh! You’re here,” you said, surprised. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Yeah, I’ve only been here a few minutes.”
"Oh, I see," you said. "How was training today?"
"I wasn't feeling well, so I decided to come home”
Your eyes widened, your hand instantly went to his forehead “You don’t have any fever” You said “What are you feeling, baby?”
Chan shook his head “Headache” He rested his head in your palm
“Do you want me to prepare something for you?” You asked softly
“Y/N, everything’s set up!” Siwoo’s voice rang across the department
“You’re busy” He said sighing “I’ll be fine, I’ll take a shower and lay down for a bit”
“I’ll prepare you something quick” You said, Chan shook his head
“I’m okay” He kissed you on the forehead and left the kitchen.
You sighed and, without paying him any mind, decided to put some water on to boil so you could make him a hot milk shake. It had been a long time since you’d seen Chan looking as downcast as he did at that moment.
If you pictured his face in your mind, you’d notice that his nose was red, his eyes were a little teary, and his voice was breaking.
What could have happened to him?
Your heart felt heavy.
"Y/N!" Siwoo came into the kitchen. "Earth calling Y/N," he snapped his fingers in front of your face. You blinked and looked at him.
"What's going on?" you asked.
"That's what I'd like to ask you. I got here and you were zoned out," he made a gesture that made you laugh.
"I was thinking about something."
"Everything okay?"
"I think so," you said. "Chan arrived; he didn’t look too good."
"Mhm," Siwoo said. "Did he say anything to you?" You shook your head.
"No." You looked at the water, which was starting to come to a boil. "Let me take this to him and I’ll be right back."
"If you want, I can leave," He said, you shook your head once again
"I think he'd better calm down a bit”
Siwoo nodded. "I'll warm up then," he said, and you laughed.
"Are you really that bad that you need to warm up?"
"It's not that I'm bad! It's just that I get cramps afterward. Age catches up with you." You laughed loudly at the last part
“Go, warm up old man” You said between laughs
Siwoo left the kitchen laughing, and once again you were alone.
The water was ready; you took out a cup, some milk, a little cinnamon, and honey.
You carefully made him some milk tea and carried it up to your room on a small tray.
You knocked twice and opened the door.
Your heart broke.
There was Chan, fresh out of the shower, wearing sweatpants and no shirt. He was lying face down on the bed, his arms clutching your pillow tightly, his phone resting on the headboard watching something
Small sobs escaped his lips, and every now and then he sniffled. He was crying.
"Oh, Chris." You closed the door, lay down beside him, the cup on his nightstand. "What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry," he said. "I was a complete idiot."
“Come on, I don’t get it, Chris. What happened?” Your arms wrapped around his body, your chin resting on his neck, you looked at his phone; photos of the two of you together were on the screen
It was the first time you’d made physical contact with him in five weeks.
When he felt your touch, he cried a little more
"I promised myself I'd never hurt you. And that was the first thing I did." You sighed, hearing him. "You've been acting differently toward everyone, all because of me and my stupid mistakes."
"I know I don't deserve forgiveness this quickly, but it hurts to know that I brought one of your biggest insecurities to life." He turned slowly, you and him were face to face.
"I'm sorry it took me so long to realize it. I'm sorry I yelled at you like that. I'm sorry I said all those things—they're lies! I'm so sorry you've changed with everyone."
"You hurt me, Chan," you began.
"I know I did," you wiped away his tears, and he closed his eyes.
"I spent weeks bottling up everything I was feeling," you told him.
"Words can't even begin to express how sorry I am for that," he whispered.
"I understand your workload; you’re the leader, the oldest—everyone expects the best from you, and everyone turns to you when there’s a problem." Your hand ran through his hair. "I admire you so much, but you need to draw a line between when you’re at work and when you’re at home," you said. "We can talk about everything that happens to you—the good and, above all, the bad. We’re a team, Chan."
"But as much as I love you, I’m not just someone you can yell at every time you’re frustrated, much less play with my insecurities just like that."
"I know. I know you deserve so much better. Believe me, seeing you laugh with other people and realizing how distant you were with me made me feel terrible. I felt like I failed as a partner."
"You haven’t failed," you assured him. "You messed up a little, yes," you said, "but you realized your mistake and you’ve started to make amends." Chan smiled. "Don’t think you’re completely off the hook."
"I know I’m not," he said, "but I’ll work to erase those words from your heart."
You nodded.
"I brought you some hot milk," you said, nodding toward the cup.
"You didn’t have to."
"Just because I’m mad at you doesn’t mean I’ve stopped caring about you." You planted a kiss on his cheek. "Come on, drink it." You stood up.
"Where are you going?"
"I’m going to get you some acetaminophen."
"No, don’t go."
"But Chan—"
"Trust me, I’m already feeling a little better," he said, sniffling. "With the milk, I’ll feel even better."
You sighed, sitting back down on the bed. You looked into his eyes and smiled slowly.
"Can we cuddle for a bit?"
"I can’t stay long. Siwoo is downstairs waiting."
"Just while I drink the milk?" You looked at him. "I know I’m not forgiven yet; I know I have to earn it. But I missed you so much these past few weeks.”
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Chan laughed.
You positioned yourself behind him; Chan turned slightly to the side, his face buried in your chest, one of his arms around your waist, while yours were around his shoulders. One hand in his hair and the other on his arm.
You stayed like that for a few minutes; you saw Chan stretch out his arm, setting the cup on the nightstand.
“Better?” He nodded without saying anything else.
You watched his eyes begin to close, his cheeks red, and his grip on you tightened slightly.
You smiled.
You grabbed your phone and opened the messaging app
—Siwoo
Before you could send another message, three more came in
—I'm gone now. Don't worry
—Hope you’ve worked everything out
—Rematch next Friday
You laughed and set the phone aside. After planting a kiss on Chan’s hair, you settled in slowly.
pairing: ot8!skz, bf!skz x reader
tags: arguments, vv angsty, mentions of shouting + fighting (non-physical)
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⊹ ˖ Ი𐑼 author's note - missed my headcanon fics . . . hopefully this one does a little better . please remember your authors love comments and interactions, it makes our whole day <3
chan.
he goes completely, utterly silent the second he throws up his hands, exasperated as he tries to explain himself
his whole face just drops.
he was just trying to reason with you, and suddenly he can't even remember what stupid thing you were both arguing about
doesn't go after you immediately, painfully knowing that you need space from him right now
replays the moment in his head all night, chewing his lip, wondering if he seriously scared you
minho.
he's the type to get colder rather than louder during arguments
so when he steps forward and sees you flinch, his whole body softens, and so does his tone
'hey, hey, no.' he takes a step back almost instantly, expression changing from frustration to immediate regret
he seems a little confused and hurt about it, because the possibility of him hurting you had never even occurred to him
ends up sitting on the opposite side of the room so he doesn't overwhelm you.
changbin.
he argues with his hands a lot, pointing and gesturing in order to try and get his point across
he notices and halts suddenly as he realises you're recoiling from seeing his arm move too fast
stands in pure shock for a moment and then takes a massive, deliberate step backwards to give you some room
after that, if you haven't walked away from him, he lowers himself down onto the floor so he looks less intimidating
promises himself fiercely he'll never do it again while shoving his hands deep down inside his hoodie pockets
hyunjin.
he's rather dramatic when he argues, and he already feels guilty the moment voices start getting raised
so seeing you flinch when he steps closer genuinely shatters something to pieces inside of him
doesn't know what to do, so he just stands there, and watches you walk away in silence
he keeps wondering why you try to play it off, because you said you didn't do anything, but why did your body brace for the hit?
follows you around sadly like a soaked ferret after that
jisung.
he often gets overwhelmed when he argues with you, talking too loud and too fast and too emotional
stutters to a sharp stop when he sees you jolt from the hasty raised tone of his voice
immediately starts stuttering even more about that, feeling incredibly ashamed
'shit- no, i'm sorry, baby, i- i didn't mean to-'
drops his face into his hands and wants to explain why he did that, but just accepts he scared you and quietly asks if you're okay (you don't respond and his heart breaks).
felix.
doesn't often raise his voice, not the type to prefer getting loud during arguments
but he is very active, so when he accidentally slams the cupboard door shut and sees you flinch, he feels awful.
like really awful, because you were already stressed and he just added onto that
lets you walk away without pleading or explaining, but later comes up to you very cautiously, sitting a respectable distance away
asks if he can touch you in the softest, saddest, quietest voice ever.
seungmin.
he's the type to get sarcastic and dry when he's upset, and his tone often has a bit of a bite to it
cuts himself off mid-sentence when he notices you physically shrinking into yourself
goes rather quiet for several minutes, then becomes ridiculously mindful after that
he makes sure that there's less arguing, less sarcasm, less tension in quiet, confined spaces
beats himself up for it for a long time even after you forgive him
jeongin.
he usually gets angry in that quiet, stubborn way, but his frustration is very evident
freezes when he sees you jump slightly, then panics
his hand is halfway up to try and comfort you but he forces himself to bring it back down, not wanting to scare you further
it genuinely never crossed his mind that you would think he has the capability to hurt you
probably sits outside your door after, wondering if he deserves to comfort you at all.
— Genre (Smut, University Au, Strangers to lovers)
— Summary (A story of how you got yourself entangled with your next-door neighbour, who has an oral fixation unsated, and you, who barely have any sex life, seemed like a win-win kind of deal.)
— Warnings (Jisung has a bad case of oral fixation, oral (fem. receiving) a lot and I mean a LOT, finger licking, overstimulation, multiple orgasm, creampie, unprotected sex, big dick!han, underwear stealer, weeb!han, slow burnish, fingering, multiple sex scenes, secret relationship)
— Word count (9.9k)
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A/N: So this is a lot longer than I expected, and only the first half is somewhat profread so excuse my typos. I found the idea of Han being a munch is very hot, so enjoy. Hope you like or reblog it if you like my stories. Thank you!
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First year. You had your doubts. You couldn't get into a decent dorm close to uni, so you mostly panicked and desperately started looking for apartments to rent - by living on overprocessed cookies and an unhealthy amount of redbull - but they were too expensive for your budget. Until you found out that the university has a mixed dorm, cheaper and only a 20-minute walk from campus. To share a room with boys, you were not so keen on it, but it was your only option, so you applied and wished for the best.
You got in, and you remember gripping your suitcase so tight when you went to move in, thinking of a dozen scenarios where your roommates would be men wearing phedo glasses and licking their teeth when you opened the door and walked in. You took a deep breath. Your friend, who came with you for emotional support, squeezed your shoulder and tried to calm you down with little success, but knowing that you needed to go in either way, you puffed up your chest, got in your big girl pants, and went in. Thankfully, there weren't people inside wearing thick-rimmed glasses, and they didn't look like serial killers either. You were supposed to room with a girl and a boy, but the girl moved out after a few months, and you got another boy roommate. The situation wasn't so bad as you originally thought because the boy named Seungmin is quiet and not a huge talker, might be a little rude, but not a weirdo like you were afraid he would be. The other guy, Changbin, the muscle bunny, is friendly but rarely at home. Everyone has a room, a common space, one bathroom, one toilet and a small kitchen in good condition.
Your first impression of your roommates was vastly different from what you expected. Changbin is your friend's ex, but it wasn't awkward. They parted on good terms, and Changbin is very nice; he helps you carry groceries and shares his workout playlists with you. Studies sport and recreation. Seungmin requires a little warm-up, but beneath those sarcastic remarks and eye rolls, you think he probably likes you. He remembers your take-out orders and even knows your favourite drink. He's in business, you think.
In the second semester, your horizon widened as you got to know the people living on the same floor. Next door there's Minho and Jisung. On the otherside there's felix, Hyunjin and next to them there's Chan and Jeongin.
The dorm life is chaotic. You witnessed too many things to not grow closer to them in a weird way. You saw Hyunjin dragged by Felix and Changbin, wailing after his breakup with his girlfriend, shitfaced, and he puked on your doormat. The next day, he apologised with a new one because cleaning it turned out to be a lost cause. You didn't like it, but Seungmin approved of it, so you let it go and your new mat that says "welcome motherfukha" stayed.
When Minho was stressed because he failed his calculus class, it was you and Jeongin who stayed with him at the library studying until it closed. They saw that when you were late to a class that takes 50% of your grade in attendance, with your hair wild and clothes worn backwards, it was Chan who gave you his hoodie to look somewhat presentable.
Everyone has a third eye to step into the corridor the moment someone is a walking disaster. There's not a single boring moment with them, but you like the vibe.
Two years just went by in a blur, living among them. You're already in your third year, just one more to go before you graduate. Part-time jobs and classes keep you busy. Enjoying the small joys like movie night with your roommates, girls' night outs, and occasionally going home during breaks. Boyfriends come and go.
Stressful week. Your professor just told you your thesis is shit, you spilt coffee on your notes this morning, and your pants tore between your legs when you sat down at lunch.
You fidget with your keys, one hand holding your phone to your ear. "What?"
"Hello to you, too, sunshine." Katie, on the other end not phased by your mood. She's on a mission.
"Sorry. Bad day. Do you need something?" After you successfully unlock your door, you drop your bag and get your shoes off. Rolling your stiff shoulders to get some of the tension off.
Getting some coffee on going as you listen.
"No worries. So, Jake asked about you today. He's so into you, I think you two should date!" Her excited chatter is rotting your ears. After a sip of your freshly brewed coffee and one silent eye roll, you carefully choose your words just in case.
"Oh, Jake. Sure, the one who is an IT major, right? That Jake who went into the closet playing 5 minutes in heaven with Jihyo and cum in his pants from a tiny kiss?" You hope she hears the judging tone in your voice.
"Who also said that I should lose some weight to be prettier? That Jake?" Yeah. His first expression is not that great in your head.
"Yeah, yeah- wait, what? What a bitch! I didn't know he said that! Fuck him, you don't need to pay him any mind y/n." Getting worked up for your sake, you let out a tiny laugh.
"I doubt anyone's gonna fuck him. It's fine, Katie, it's not like I care what he thinks about me."
And you really don't.
"Oh, the next time I see him, I will give him a piece of my mind. You're gorgeous, y/n, and don't let that troll make you feel otherwise."
A genuine smile appears. Draped over your seat, you feel your mood lifting after talking with your bestie.
"Don't fret. So this is the only thing you called for, or is there something else?"
"Well, you know we talked about yesterday how you missed sex, so I thought it would be a good idea, but I didn't think he was such a loser geek."
You appreciate her concern. In fact, you feel jealous that almost everyone is in a relationship except you in your little friend group. Even Seungmin got himself a little girlfriend and is in a honeymoon phase; they're so sweet that you want to puke in a supportive way.
"The problem is not that he's a geek. For example, there's my next-door neighbour, Jisung, who is a little weeb, but he's polite and cute. The problem is that Jake exchanged his brain for a rank in Valorant or something." I, I, I, all he talked about was himself. No woman would like a guy like that. Also, the fact that he only talked to you as a second option because the one he liked off-ed him does not put him much higher on the liked list.
"Oh, is that so? Why don't you ask him out then if you think he's cute?" Jisung? Yeah, no way. You doubt you're his type anyway. Yet you don't deny that he's very cute. You don't know him too well, but in the two years you've been living here, you've had enough interactions to grasp that he's funny to be around.
Sometimes he tags along when you and Changbin go to the gym, and sheesh, his body is not what you would expect. You don't have evidence, but you're sure he also has six packs.
"I don't think he would agree." You go with that. Simple.
"You can't know that and also, your neighbours are hot no? What's with that guy you mentioned last time, the one you helped with his classes?"
"Oh, you mean Chan. I just listened to his song and offered some opinion. It wasn't that deep."
You place the empty cup into the dishwasher, tidying some things up in the kitchen. Looking at the time, you should probably hang up soon and try to fix the errors in your thesis.
"If you say so. Right, this Friday girls' night at my place?"
"I promised I would help Jeongin get ready for his first date, but after that, I will join you girls there."
After some more mindless chatter, you hang up to get back to your work. Getting comfy you change into the biggest oversized t-shirt you own and some shorts after your shower. Some tea on the side and you get to work on your laptop for a while before there's some knocking.
You thought it was Changbin who forgot to take his keys again, but no, there's Minho and Jisung at the other end. Holding their shower gel and a towel.
Reading the confusion on your face, Minho almost pokes your eyes out with his phone. "You didn't read the group chat. Our shower broke, so we need to use your bathroom for this week. The others agreed. Do you mind?" You let them in.
"Sure. Go ahead, but do not use my shampoo, I'm warning you." You leave them, getting back to your docs.
"What are you doing?" There's a warning knock on the door before Jisung pokes his head into your room. The water is going off, so probably Minho won the game of rock, paper, scissors and got to hop in the shower first.
"Just fixing my thesis. My professor said that it's a piece of shit. So yeah, I need to redo almost everything I wrote." Cracking your fingers and neck you pull up the document. Jisung walks behind you, peering over your shoulder to take a look.
"That sucks." You hum; his presence is soothing. You feel your stress levels are lowering for some reason. "Can I help with something?"
"No, but thank you. Or you can give me a massage while you're waiting for your turn to shower; my shoulders are killing me." It's a joke, and you expect Jisung to laugh, but to your surprise, his hands start to slowly knead your shoulders. Going down to the length of your arms and his fingers even rub the base of your neck. You melt against his touch like ice cream on a summer day.
"Oh, you're surprisingly skilled at this, Ji." Uncensored hums of approval leave your lips as he continues.
"Minho asks me to massage his back all the time."
While this is nice, you don't want to force him to do it. You place your hand over his, momentarily stopping him.
"You don't need to do this. I was just joking."
"It's fine. Just relax." Jisung pushes your hand away and resumes his massage.
"Unfair, I have to beg you for 30 minutes at least to get a massage, and you just give it to her." Minho appears freshly out of the shower, hair damp and smelling good. His accusing finger is pointing at his roommate.
You explain to Minho what happened, and he gives you a look that says, "Must suck for you."
"So this is the thanks I get after I helped your sorry ass study." You shake your head, fake-disappointed.
"Fine. How about I pay for some takeout, and we watch a movie at ours?" You think about it, the offer is tempting, but you should really work on this.
"Come on." Minho grabs you. Sensing your hesitation. "A few hours won't change much. You can continue tomorrow, and you don't have class, right?"
Right. Tomorrow's class is canceled so you can surely finish it by the afternoon.
"Fine. Let me just send a quick message to the guys." Defeated, you stand up, grabbing your phone.
You tell the boys that you will be at Minho's if they need anything. Getting a simple thumbs-up from Seungmin, at least Changbin writes "have fun" and too many emojis.
Not bothering to change, you follow them in your current state.
Getting comfy on the couch as Jisung microwaves some popcorn. Minho plops down beside you, browsing through the options on Netflix. It's chaotically relaxing as Minho tries to convince Jisung to watch a horror movie, betting that if he can catch 3 popcorn in his mouth, he gets to choose the movie.
Fun fact he can't catch a single one.
Minho loses so Jisung gleefully chooses some kind of action film to watch in the end.
It was decent but won't become your favourite.
Once the bowl is empty and the credits roll, you get up to get back to your room, hugging the two of them goodbye.
The week passed by. Even though you get to relax in between as you joke with Jeongin helping him choose his clothes and help him plan for the date the stress in your system keeps building underneath. Even the pyjama party can't relax you fully.
The girls eagerly offer the solution. Showing you pictures along the lines of "what do you think of this guy?" "See, he's the same class as me, and I think.."
So you need a good dicking down.
Sure.
If that would be that easy.
Chan and you walk side by side. You ran into each other on your way home, and he offered to help you carry your groceries.
It was an ordinary conversation, some small talk about school and the weather that took an unexpected turn.
You asked about Jisung only because you haven't seen him around this week but the answer was not what you expected.
"He will probably kill me if I tell you. Let's just say, he had an unfortunate incident with a girl."
Oh. "I didn't know Jisung was seeing someone."
After hearing that you feel: Surprised. Disappointed. Maybe you liked him more than you probably realised. It might not just a silly crush.
You actually feel jealous.
"It was a casual thing, but I really shouldn't say more than this. However, if you're worried about him, you should visit."
You nod, not wanting to press him if he's unwilling but you're nonetheless curious what could have happened.
You don't think they heard you when you walked in. Listening to Chan's advice, after you sorted through your goods, you stepped out to visit the room next door.
They clearly didn't hear or see you.
"Maybe there's something wrong with me." Jisung sounds upset. Unsure what this is all about until you hear Minho.
"You have a weird oral fixation but if you find the right girl it will be fine. There are lots of girls out there who would kill for a big dick, so don't get discouraged when a girl freaks out in the middle."
Oh. Oh. That kind of problem. It feels like you shouldn't be here listening to this.
"Sorry to interrupt." Before they can discover you, you think it's best to let your presence be known before it's too late.
"y/n! What brings you here?" Minho acts like you didn't just interrupt a very private conversation. Jisung is flustered probably thinking about how much you heard as he actively avoids eye contact with you.
Good thing you didn't come empty-handed. "I made some lemon and dark chocolate muffins." You put the container on the table, getting the lid off to offer the treats.
"Smells good." Minho dives in first. Jisung goes second giving you a tiny thanks as he bites into it.
"I won't bother you guys anymore, so continue." Trying to quickly leave this absurd situation, but just like you expected, leaving might not be that easy.
"Oh, no y/n. How about you give us some second opinion. You're a girl after all."
There are times when you want to punch Minho in the face after he talks and this is one of those moments but instead you smile, awkwardly.
"Uh, oh- I'm not sure if I can be of help."
What kind of opinion can you even offer? They're surely not asking you if you like big dicks, right?
"Sit." Minho pushes your shoulders to sit you down next to him, right in front of a very embarrassed Jisung.
"What do you think about our lil' Sungie?"
"What do you mean?" You tilt your head, confused.
"Isn't he handsome? What do you think of him as a man."
"I don't know why you are asking me that but sure. Ji is very cute."
"See! That's a good sign if a girl says you're cute." Unsure if this is supposed to uplift his confidence, but Minho's enthusiastic explanation doesn't seem to hit home. If anything, Jisung's face is so red you could probably fry some eggs on it.
"Stop it, Minho, don't you see he's getting uncomfortable?" Pushing his shoulders, you think it's best to leave it at that before he cries or something.
"Alright. I need to leave anyway, Hyunjin is waiting for me." Looking at his phone, he stands up to leave. You feel like he's just making this up, but neither you nor Jisung calls him out on it.
"Thanks, and sorry." Jisung finally looks at you.
"Don't be sorry. If you want to talk about it, I'm here."
Jisung bites his lip, contemplating, silence envelopes the room for a while. You don't pressure him or leave. You just sit there in charged silence.
"I - get jittery if I don't do something with my mouth. It's called an oral fixation."
He doesn't look at you but he actually started to open up. You're surprised he wanted to talk after all. You're happy though even if the topic is a bit too much.
"This might be stupid but did you try to chew on a lollipop?" You're genuinely curious. You never knew someone who had this particular quirk.
"Yes, gum and also tried chewing on my fingers, but nothing scratches that itch- only that."
He looks away, unable to keep eye contact.
"So if you don't scratch that itch, what happens?" You rub off your imaginary doctor coat for the next question.
"I get agitated. Minho says I get more annoying." He laughs.
"So you need someone to help you. I bet it's not an easy thing to discuss with girls." Now it makes more sense. You get why Chan wouldn't want to go into detail earlier. You don't think you've seen signs on him that he's not getting it.
"I never told this to a girl before. Maybe this is why they don't usually like how I do things in bed."
Hmn. Interesting. "Don't girls usually like it when men go down on them?" Feeling a little confused, you didn't realise you actually said what you thought out loud.
Well, some might not. You have friends who would prefer fingers over mouth.
"Maybe I take too long." What's the problem with that? Maybe it's just you, but you feel threatened with a good time.
"I don't see the problem here. I bet there are others who think like me." You hope it's encouraging. You really don't think his weird fixation is a problem.
"You don't think I'm weird?" Jisung looks surprised by your mild reactions. You're not that fazed about it.
"Weird? No, maybe a pervert, but if you want to hear a more detailed answer, then I would also say that it sounds actually pretty hot. I would definitely be into that."
Jisung gulps. He looks at you. Really looks at you for the first time with those eyes. Less platonic and more lustful?
"So you don't hate it? When guys do that?" You shake your head. His fingers drum on the surface of the table, jittery. He appears to be deep in his thoughts before his eyes fixate on you again.
"I don't have much experience. The guys I dated before didn't really like doing that." His gaze is so intense that you need to look away this time.
His eyes were practically sparkling, his thoughts spiralling. Already thinking about your taste.
"What? You're staring." The mood in the room is entirely different now, and his expression is too forward. Not what you're used to with him. He's usually so shy.
He's not even trying to mask his intentions anymore.
"If I asked, would you help me?"
For a moment you're lost for words. You open and close your mouth.
Would you?
Fuck it. "Yes."
This is how it all started.
You both agreed to keep this from the others, which was a very difficult task considering that you both live with roommates and move in the same circles.
Past midnight.
Your whispers are hushed, and his fingers on the doorknob to your room are careful not to make any noise.
You're in your bed, your head thrown back to your pillows, when his tongue parts your folds. Your hand shoots up to keep your moans quiet. Jisung doesn't waste much time, pulling your underwear down, pushing your shirt up, before he's between your legs, his new favourite spot.
"Do you think they know?" Thinking aloud, your fingers card through his hair so you could see his expression. His eyes closed in bliss, and he barely heard your question.
"No, why?" Only looking up for a moment before he puts his tongue to a better use than talking. The tip of his tongue is rubbing over your clit.
"I don't know- Chan and Jeongin - ah- looked at us weirdly today."
You were thinking about this all day, but it fades more and more as he presses his wet tongue all over.
Jisung only hums as an answer, not even bothering to look up anymore as he slides his tongue lower to your entrance.
"I'm serious, Ji. I think they know something."
Your fingers grip the sheets as he gets intense with his licks. Sucking on your clit with a loud sound. He's getting louder, too, as he gets so into it that his whines vibrate into your skin. He tries to muffle his sounds into your pussy, but you still need to remind him to be quieter.
From the corner of your eye, you see the red lace of your panties stuffed into his jeans' pocket.
"Don't take more of my panties. One of these days, I won't have anything to wear." Caressing his scalp, Jisung purrs into you. The vibrations of his moans are amplifying the feeling of his tongue licking you, alternating between unhurried, savouring long swipes and relentless licks.
He's talented enough to bring you close to the edge with a few purposeful wet licks. He's not letting up until you're a soaking mess under him and your clit is raw from his ministration. Your hole flutters pathetically each time he pushes the tip of his tongue into you.
His jaw is set, and his eyes are closed in pleasure. He enjoys the way you soak his face with your essence mixed with his spit. You can tell he's been waiting to do this all day long.
In between the sneaky rendezvous, you learned to read his expressions and body language, knowing it well when he's having the munchies.
Still thinking about getting caught, you try to act nonchalant around Jisung. It's not easy because when he talks, you involuntarily look at his lips and remember what he can do with them. You're also thinking more and more about the situationship you two got into. Mostly, he comes over to eat you out for hours, sometimes catches you off guard at their dorm's bathroom when he thinks no one will notice. At the library behind bookshelves, he even sucked your fingers in public when he couldn't wait for the study session to be over.
It's always his mouth that he puts to good use, but you keep wondering about his dick, especially in you.
He never asks you to suck him off, even though you see the outline of his very prominent excitement.
"You're staring again." Stating the obvious, you need to address his gaze since he makes it impossible for you to focus on your essay. As if you can't feel his fingers grip your thigh under the desk when he clearly promised he would wait until you finish this project before he satisfies his munchies.
"Can you give me something while I wait? Please?" You think he probably meant your fingers or something, but you have a different idea.
"Your oral fixation can it be satisfied by kisses too?" You're curious. There's hardly any part of your body that wasn't touched by his mouth, but you two never really kissed.
"I think so." His eyes drop down to your lips, as if the idea has just penetrated his hazy mind. It looks like a positive reaction, so he might not be mad if you kissed him.
"So can I kiss you, Ji?" Jisung nods, excited and so eager as he leans in obediently. You barely need to move forward anymore to meet his lips halfway. His mouth opens with a single swipe of your tongue, diving into his mouth the way you suck on his tongue makes a muffled moan tear from his throat mid kiss. He eagerly keeps up the pace with you, exploring your mouth like he doesn't need to breathe anymore.
Shaky exhales, hitting your face as he pants against you, the way he shudders when you capture his bottom lip between your teeth, and tug makes all the blood rush to his cock. He kisses you with the same fervour he makes out with your cunt on a regular basis.
He's opposed to the way you abruptly end the kiss with a loud smack. Your smile is wicked as you roll your chair back and go back to typing. Leaving a very sexually frustrated Jisung behind.
"Please, just a little more." He whines into your ear, his lips are shiny from the spit and swollen from your kisses.
"Give me half an hour and I will-" Not letting you finish your sentence, he forcefully presses his lips over yours. Whining and shaking when you don't open up for him. You push him back by the shoulders, giving him a disapproving look.
"Don't be a brat Sungie. The more you distract me the later we can get down to business."
"But I can't wait that long!" The pain in his expression is amusing. He's always needy, but never to this extent.
"What's gotten into you? You're not like this usually." Going through his hair with your fingers, you attempt to soothe him a bit. He's practically shaking like a nervous chihuahua and vibrating next to you. Like he's having withdrawal symptoms. It's not like he can't survive without you. Sometimes, a few days pass when you two are busy without anything happening, so you don't know what prompted this.
"I don't know but I feel like I will die if I can't taste you right now."
Jisung licks his lips as if he's already imagining devouring you.
"Okay, get under the table, but you need to be quiet. I need to finish this essay today." Giving in, you push your pants and panties down your legs. Inviting him between your spread legs as much as the armrest can let you.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Jisung's knees hit the floor before you can shimmy down your underwear. If he were a puppy his tail would be furiously wagging right now. You let out a breathless chuckle at his clear eagerness.
The space under your desk is cramped, but he's not complaining. Well, it's not like it was designed to fit a grown ass man under it. His fingers grip your inner thighs, spreading you open for this tongue.
You can feel his wet muscle take a long lick from top to bottom, letting out tiny moans at your taste. There's already slick gathered there from your previous kisses. Your heady taste is going to his head fast; he's not starting off slow and savouring like usual. No, he picks up a brutal pace from the start that has your thighs shaking around his head. This is the first time he pushes a finger into your core while focusing on your clit with his mouth.
There's no way you can read a single word from your document. You can barely keep your eyes open as Jisung devours you and stretches you with his finger; two of them pump in you, opening up to scissors to make you feel the stretch. Your hand hovers over the mouse, but you are unable to form a single coherent thought.
One more attempt, you try to write something, but his fingers sound obscene from going in and out of you, you're so wet it's probably dripping down his long fingers, and his breath against your clit is warm, and his tongue is stiffly rolling the little nub expertly around. A second attempt, you successfully hit some keys forming half a word, the first one in the last 15 minutes since he started, but he just so happens to hollow his cheek and suck the little bud between his puckered lips. You can picture his drooling figure with his eyes closed in bliss underneath the table.
It doesn't take long for you to release around his fingers. Your entire body arches in the chair as the intensity of your orgasm is triggered.
"Come here." Breathless, you pull him up to you. Jisung moans when he feels the intensity of your kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue when you suck it into your mouth.
"How do you feel now?" Getting some sweaty hairs out of his face, you rub his scalp with your fingers, carding through his hair, messing it up.
"Better. I could live between your legs, you know. You taste so fucking good." Still high from your taste, his words are filthier than usual. Your core throbs at that.
"Good. Now I really need to finish this project. Be a good boy and rest okay?" Jisung nods. You expected him to lie down on your bed, but he's not moving at all from between your legs. He lays his head on your thighs, taking in ragged breaths as he closes his eyes. It can't be a comfortable position sitting on the floor, but you let him be. If he can finally behave for just half an hour, you could actually finish this.
And he behaves, mostly. Your typing freezes occasionally when his lips press on your naked skin, just between the juncture of your thighs, but his kisses pepper the inside of your legs, close to your core. You can ignore it sometimes, the feather-light kisses even relax you after he just devoured you all.
You finished writing 5 minutes ago when his kisses started to double. You doubt he realised you're done as he focused on your skin. He's testing the waters again, his kisses grow closer to your core, and his fingers just barely graze your outer lips. When he registers, you're not stopping him; his fingers gain confidence, smearing your release all over your cunt. His lips are busy kissing your legs. It's a new sensation to only feel his fingers move; it's different when he presses the pad of his finger and rubs your clit.
You want to feel them in you again. "Ji, your fingers. Put them in- haah" He obeys you with two of his fingers pressing easily in. Can't wait any more, his lips wrap around your pussy again. Licking everywhere he can reach in tandem with moving his fingers inside you.
"Ji, can we try something else?" You pat his shoulder to get his attention. He lets your clit go with a loud pop before he looks at you in confusion.
"Like what?" His voice is hoarse, his lips glistening in the light.
His eyes are so big and round as he looks at you that you swear you can see your reflection in them. He looks perfectly wrecked already, his cock straining against his pants.
"I really like your tongue, but I want to feel something bigger." Your gaze drops down to the tent in his jeans, and Jisung visibly gulps, catching your meaning behind your fixed gaze.
"What if I hurt you?" He's hesitant, but he lets you pull him up from the floor. You push him to sit on your bed, and you straddle his lap with ease.
You grind down to make a point. Your juices soak his pants the moment it makes contact. The friction is so delicious that you can't help but moan. "Can you feel how wet you made me? If anything, I'm embarrassed it would just slide right in."
Jisung moans when you plant the picture in his head. His fingers grip your hips, letting you grind down on him.
"Are you sure?" You hum.
"If you want to do something with your mouth, we can just kiss while we fuck. It will be a win-win."
He really doesn't need much convincing. It's not like he never imagined what it would be like to bury his cock in you. He loved eating you out, and he's content to do that, and most of all, he didn't want you to be disappointed in him. He didn't want you to feel guilty for not being able to take his cock. He's still unsure if he can fit.
"Okay." Jisung nods, fumbles with his zipper. You can see his hands are shaking as he pushes his pants and boxers down in one go. Your eyes fixate on the fat tip slapping against his stomach.
"You're-" You're unable to finish the words. He's just so big. You haven't seen such a gritty and pretty cock like his.
"Sorry, we don't have to-" Panic settles in him, thinking that you're taking it the wrong way when in reality you just admire him. You don't let him finish as you kiss him hard. Your tongues collide in a wet kiss.
"Don't you dare stop. I'm gonna sit on your pretty cock and you can't stop me." Getting hold of his base, you rub his tip on your soaking entrance.
"Right. I don't have condoms with me." Stopping right before you can sink down, you sheepishly mention.
"I don't- have them either." Jisung shakes his head. Nervously bites his lip, thinking that you won't have sex tonight after all.
"How about, you pull out?" Coating his dick in your arousal, you sigh in pleasure when his tip catches on your clit. This way, you can actually see how deep he would reach in you.
"Are you sure?" It's hard to concentrate on your words when you hump him like this. You're so wet and warm against him that he can barely contain his desires.
"Uh-huh. I'm clean. How 'bout you?" You angle your hips so that his cockhead would rub against your clit with each grind. It takes a lot of self-control not to sink down on him without a warning.
"Clean, too." Jisung can't take his eyes off where you two meet. You're so petite behind his red cock. He can barely keep his eyes trained on the sight as you position his tip to your core. The tip pops in wetly. You swallow more of his shaft with little pulses, slowly shortening the distance between your bodies as more of his thick length disappears in you.
You know you're being too loud but he's stretching you so good you can't help but make noise each time you take in a little more of him. Jisung watches his length penetrate you with awe, your walls clamp down on him hard, yet you swallow more inches with each rock of your hips.
"I think I'm gonna- I can't- I might cum inside like this." Jisung closes his eyes, shuts them tightly as if he's in pain. The pain of holding back. Holding back from bucking his hips and forcing you to take him in one stroke, holding back his orgasm but all he can think about is how pretty you would look with his white thick cum flowing out, how he would drop down to his knees to clean you up with his mouth. The image makes his gums ache.
"But there's still more." He's only halfway in. He knows it too. You stop to catch your breath and let the burn settle. Your thighs are already quivering as you try to keep yourself up. It's hard on you but you're not letting the slight discomfort stop you from taking all of him in.
You're both slick with sweat, and a deep fullness settles in your belly when you reach his base. He's balls deep in you, and you feel him everywhere. His tip, slightly curved, pressed into a bundle of nerves inside you.
"God. You're so fucking big." To keep your voice down you bury your face into his neck. Breathing heavily as you adjust to the fullness.
Jisung twitches in you at the praise. He can't believe he's fully inside you. Hugging you close to his body, he embraces the feeling of filling you up. Your snug walls hug him too, pulsing and warm and welcoming.
"Kiss me?" He doesn't need to tell you twice. It serves as a way to muffle the noises you both make when you finally start moving. It barely counts as a kiss as you both are so out of it, his lips parted, breathing into each other's mouths with an occasional filthy open-mouthed kiss. A wet squelch is accompanied by you bouncing on his cock.
Jisung's hips buck up to meet your movements, drilling his cock in you so deep that you feel him in your stomach. You need to shut him up with a hand over his mouth; he's being so loud that he will wake your roommates up eventually. Reaching for something behind him, you push your lacy panties into his mouth.
The taste of you invades his senses and he moans around the fabric.
Paired with your tits bouncing with each thrust and the way your walls suck him in your tight wet heat he feels his orgasm building rapidly.
Panicking he spits out your underwear, gripping your waistline as a vice, trying to make you slow down but to no avail. "I- I-"
"Coming, I-" Jisung bites down on his fingers when he shoots his load, warmth floods you as he fills you with his thick white cum. It drives you over the edge as well as you cum around his sensitive length.
You rock your hips grinding down enjoying the last waves of your high together. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
Jisung panics when he sees his cum flow out when you get up. His fingers pressed down on the mess.
"I didn't mean to." He looks up at you, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.
"It's okay. I can get the morning-after pill." You cup his face kissing him sweetly. It's not like you didn't want it. Logically you know that it was very risky to let him do it but you couldn't think clearly at the moment. You doubt one little accident will be able to get you pregnant.
"I can clean it up. Make sure it doesn't stick."
You can just take a shower, you're already very sensitive but when you look at his pleading eyes you can't say no to him anymore.
"Fine but be gentle. I'm too sensitive." You get comfy on your bed, spreading your legs so that he can crawl between them. You rest the heel of your foot on his back, and the first sigh leaves you when he starts licking you.
First, he scoots some of his cum out with his finger and licks it up when more oozes out from you. It's a really filthy feeling knowing that he's drinking his own cum from you, that he just fucked into you not that long ago. It's a familiar feeling since he's eating you out all the time but this time it's different. His goal is not to make you cum. His licks are soothing, careful not to be too stimulating. You still twitch no matter how much pressure he swipes his tongue over you.
You need to physically pull him off you.
You gave him 5 more minutes even though you knew he had cleaned everything up already.
"I'm exhausted." You laugh. Your body is pleasantly buzzing. Wanting comfort you pull him to your side. Cuddling while you're both naked is intimate. It feels like your situationship upgraded.
"How are you feeling?"
Jisung buries his face into your neck, his hands holding you close. "Good. I never felt so at peace before."
Oh. The munchies are gone.
Even if you wish he would hold you longer it's already getting too late.
You lie on your bed as you watch him gather his clothes. "Good night." He gives you an unprompted goodbye kiss. Not that you're complaining.
Exhaustion takes you out minutes after you close your eyes and the next couple of days you keep thinking about how naturally he leans in to kiss you and he always tastes like you. You never gave this a name. Never asked him what he wanted this to be and it was enough.
But not anymore.
You don't want to sneak around anymore and you catch yourself wanting to share with him first if something good or bad happens or when you see a funny meme you sent it to him first.
When he yaps about his codes and video games you want to kiss him senseless. You even started to like his ridiculous anime print t-shirts, which you thought were awful on him. This is clearly more than just a friends with benefits relationship.
To you at least.
And you don't think he realises how he started to act differently around you. For example when he shows up with your hairtie on his wrist or how naturally he leans on your shoulder when you watch a movie with the guys. They even tease him about it. The mysterious girl he's seeing. Minho and Seungmin often discuss how Jisung is glowing and he's not insufferable like before. He looks much happier he rarely shakes his legs or cracks his fingers like before he tried to forget about his oral fixation. You work hard to keep his mouth busy, if you counted the hours he eats you out in a week you bet it would be longer than the time he spends sleeping.
Noting how Jeongin and Jisung are deep in a match on Mario Kart you offer to help Chan and Minho in the kitchen. Changbin is late because of his class and Felix is busy egging the two boys on as they race against each other. Seungmin and Hyunjin are on a shopping errand as you're still missing some ingredients for dinner.
"Knock. Knock. Need some helping hands?" Smiling you step into the kitchen. Their eyes look up from their tasks, welcoming you entirely.
"Since it's you, you can help." Minho gives you some vegetables to chop and you choose a counter to work on. Getting the cutting board from Chan.
"Yeah, we have confidence you won't set the kitchen on fire like some people." You chuckle knowing exactly who Chan is talking about. You still vividly remember the last time Changbin and Jisung tried to make lunch and Chan almost had a heart attack watching over them. Only you were having too much fun watching.
"Thank you for the compliment." You start chopping the carrots into thin slices. Your mouth is watering when you think about the delicious kimchi jiggae you will eat later. Some bibimbap too and the sushi rolls, your favourite.
"How's Sarah and Jiun?" You love watching them light up when they talk about their girlfriends.
"Good. Her birthday is coming up so I'm thinking of making a small party." Chan chatters, stirring the soup as he talks about what he's planning to buy for her birthday gift.
Minho also shares how they went to this new restaurant just a few blocks away with his girl.
"So- when are you going to tell us about you and Sungie?" Not beating around the bush, the knife stops in your hand. Not ready for that question from Minho. You were half expecting Chan to bring it up but Minho is his roommate so you get it.
"We- I'm not sure what we are at the moment. It started as something casual but-"
"Oh, it certainly doesn't look casual. He's really not trying to hide it anymore. Like when he handed you your makeup bag you left in his room. Not subtle at all." Chan chuckles. Han is all over you, hugging you and knowing your likes and dislikes.
"I haven't asked him yet. I'm afraid that I'm reading it wrong."
You can't tell what he's thinking at all.
"He might only need a small nudge in the right direction." Minho's smile is screaming trouble but you're not opposed to some help. You actually listen to his plan.
"Easy to tell if he likes you. Make him jealous. If he flips he definitely has feelings for you which I think he does, you two were very loud last time I could hear you through the walls." Right. You sometimes forget that Minho and you share a wall. A deep blush creeps up your cheeks. You think he's talking about the time Jisung and you first fucked since you mastered to keep your voice down as he goes down on you.
It's always him who's always loud and needs you to shut him up, except for that one time when you both were very loud.
"How do you think I should make him jealous?" You don't have those guys around and the ones you're friends with have girlfriends so they can't help you.
"Changbin has a friend who asked about you. Jisung had a very sour expression on his face when Seungmin told him you're single."
"Oh, you look surprised. So you didn't know about it?"
You shake your head. No one mentioned this to you before.
"Who is Changbin's friend?" You don't think you've met him.
"It's him, he saw you at a party Binie brought you to." Oh, now that Chan shows you a picture you do remember exchanging pleasantaries. He seemed like a nice guy.
"I remember him now!" You don't realise that Jisung stepped into the kitchen. Looking over your shoulder to take a peek at Chan's phone.
"What are you guys doing?" Stealing your attention from the phone, you miss how Jisung glares at Chan as he hugs you. You hug him back not suspicious of his actions at all but Minho and Chan share a knowing look behind your backs.
"We were just telling y/n about the other day. It's time she goes on a date and gets a boyfriend, don't you think?" Chan is really playing with fire and Minho joins in on the fun with his own, provoking Jisung.
"Right, it's been a while since you had one. Didn't your girlfriends are pestering you about going on blind dates?"
"They do keep telling me to go." It's annoying by now how many times they ask you.
"I exhausted almost every kind of excuse not to go."
"O- Oh." Jisung doesn't say anything more but he looks uncomfortable as he listens to your conversation.
Is he jealous?
Once the food is done and the movie is on everyone quiets down.
The afternoon turns to night as you bid them farewell.
"I think I left something in your room. I will walk you back."
You look back at him confused, you don't remember seeing anything of his at yours. You don't have time to ask about it as he pushes you out the door in a hurry. Chan and Minho giving you a thumbs up before you can open your mouth.
Changbin and Seungmin are sleeping at their girlfriend's place.
So you two are alone right now.
You turn to him to ask what he's looking for when he crashes his lips to yours. You gasp and he uses the element of surprise to plunge his tongue into your mouth. He's never been this uncontrolled. You've shared hungry kisses before but this is a different kind of urgency.
"You didn't leave anything here, did you?" You ask him when he finally lets go, panting and out of breath.
"No. I just wanted to come over." He kisses you again. Barely slowing down as he explores the inside of your mouth. His kiss feels like he has something to prove to you.
"But- you, today-" He exhausted you for today in the morning when he asked to come over after the prof suddenly cancelled his class. You're still sore.
"Please? Just a little?" You hate how you can't say no to that pout.
"Want to eat me out Sungie?" You place a little kiss on his neck that makes him shiver in your hold. His fingers dig into your sides as he tilts his head back.
"Always." If it were anyone else you would think he's lying but you know he's actually telling you the truth. There's not a moment he won't want to feel you on his tongue and the thought alone gets you wet.
"You're going to be the death of me, you know it?" Jisung smiles, helps you take off your shoes and then pulls down your pants and underwear.
"Can I take it?" He clutches your black undies in his hand like his life depends on it.
"Tell me. What are you doing with them? Do you know how little I have left? You can't take any more." You're getting real curious. Why he's so obsessed with them.
Jisung looks at you sheepishly. "I use them to get off after I leave."
Now that you think about it, you only fucked once and all the other times he must have gone home with a raging boner.
"Are you planning on leaving this time too?" Curious, you palm him over his pants. Just like you expected he's getting hard. If he can stop stealing your panties you don't mind making him cum in exchange.
"I didn't know if you would want to- after I just-" after he just cum inside you without permission?
"I told you it was fine and you even paid for the pill yourself."
You take a deep breath, calming yourself, kissing him slow and sweet first. "I went to the doctor to get contraceptives so we can do it without risking anything."
Unsure how he will take it. You thought about how to bring this up and you think this might be the right time. You started to take the meds and if your calculations are correct now you're fully protected.
It's been a few weeks since that happened.
You swear his eyes grew darker after he realised he could cum inside without worrying about kids.
"Fuck. Am I weird that what you just told me made me so hard?" You share a light laugh. Yeah. A total weirdo but he's yours. Or maybe not but you hope you're not the only one feeling this way. When he kisses you your heartbeat spikes. His touch leaves you warm and bothered and when he goes down on his knees you're already soaking wet. You've seen this position so many times. You already know what will happen next.
"You're so wet. I didn't touch you yet." Jisung puffs up his chest proudly seeing your glistening folds. You're always so responsive. Your scent is making his cock throb in his pants. He knows how you like to be licked. He spent hours between your legs learning you. Enjoying every little reaction when you twitch, moan when he circles your clit with his tongue or how you try to close your legs around his head as he pushes two fingers inside.
He takes his time tasting you, loving how you pull on his hair as pleasure shakes your entire body. He's thinking back to this morning. You're so pink and puffy, sore and sensitive since he spent all morning on his back with you riding his face. You looked so pretty rolling your hips, suffocating him as he lapped up your juices. Parting your folds with the flat of his tongue whilst his hands gripped your thighs. His entire face was covered in your arousal by the time you came.
Getting you nice and wet he makes sure to use his fingers to prep you as his tongue relentlessly flicks over your clit.
He's tempted to keep going even after you came but you pull him up abruptly, kissing him with such need that he forget to complain about making his session with your cunt short.
You unbuckle his belt, pushing it down with urgency. He matches your enthusiasm by helping you pushing down his underwear next, your hand wraps around his cock as soon as it springs up, stroking him that has him buck into your touch.
It's the second time you feel his cock stretch you out but it feels overwhelming just like the first time it happened. Jisung is careful, pushing in slow always cheking in with you before he continues.
"I won't last. You- feel so- good." He's breathing hard, once he fully bottoms out you both try to get used to it. Your walls are hugging his cock tightly, you feel the delicious stretch when he rolls his hips, pulling out halfway and slamming back in with force.
It's a slow drag of his hips but the angle is deep his tip hitting that patch of nerves that has you squeeze around him.
"Wet- and warm- and so so fucking perfect around me."
You pull him down, circling your hands around his neck as you kiss him. He kisses you back eagerly, moans and breathless whines mouthed into your parted lips. Your heels dig into his back as his cock splits you open.
You muffle his noises by pushing your fingers into his mouth, let him suck on them as he spurts ropes of hot cum in you.
You barely get any sleep that day, Jisung kept you up until midnight.
The next morning you had to drink a gallon of coffee to arrive at your class on time. Your friends noted how tired you look, all you could do was blush when you remembered how many times he fucked you that night.
Still no label.
You still had time to ask him to figure things out, things are going somewhere. Or at least that's what you thought.
Until that night.
You didn't want to go to that party but Bin and Min insisted you go with them. Once you realised Jisung would be there you brightened up but you didn't think you would see him kiss another girl there the moment you stepped inside.
Jisung stood there frozen, only when he saw you look at them did he decided to push her away. His eyes panicked when you turned on your heel and left. Your expression is unreadable. He didn't give her a second glance before he started walking to where you were a moment ago it was hard to move because of the people getting in his way and by the time he arrived, you had already left through the door.
Without thinking he ran after you. He yelled your name yet you acted like you didn't hear him at all.
He needed to catch up to you.
Because of your high heels, you didn't get as far as you'd liked before Jisung caught up to you walking fast.
"y/n, y/n please, look at me for a moment. Listen to me. I didn't- " His words caught in his throat when you finally looked at him. You never looked at him like that. Like he's a piece of trash in your way. He felt small under your piercing gaze but he didn't want to back down.
"Let me explain, just give me a minute and I will-"
"What can you explain? I saw you two kiss." Jisung winces at your tone.
"It caught me off guard. I didn't kiss her back!"
"You looked pretty solid, only pulled away because I saw, huh?" Shaking his head vehemently he denies your claims. He trails you like a desperate puppy. Trying to calm you down but you're fuming.
"No! I swear I wasn't going to kiss her. Please just stop." Jisung grabs you by the hand. Not holding you forcefully as you could easily pull away, that you did so more to his dissapointment.
Your dorm already in sight.
"I shouldn't care about who you kiss. We're not dating or anything." It's a passing comment and it's only murmured under your breath but he hears you. His heart feels uncomfortable hearing you say it. Even if he knows it's the truth. But he cares. He wants you to know that he's not kissing anyone else. He only wants to kiss you.
"Please don't leave like this." Jisung is begging as you open your door, he trailed behind you silently so far, following you. Knowing that you won't be able to sleep if you at least don't hear him out, you let out a tired sigh.
"Come in and let's talk."
Jisung nods, a little hopeful but he steps into your room with his head hung low.
"Please believe me. I swear I never kissed her and I won't kiss anyone else. I only want your kisses. Only need your attention."
You bite your lip. He didn't close his eyes when she kissed him and his hands were lying limp at his sides. You know that he's probably telling you the truth, your instincts tell you that it was really a one-sided kiss but you got so mad.
"I hate that she kissed you."
Jisung's eyes widen, it looks like he's processing your words. Then he nods his head like he understands.
"I know. I'm sorry." Carefully he approaches you, only when you don't pull away he gets the courage to hug you.
"I hate that I can't be mad because I'm not your girlfriend. I don't have the right."
Jisung holds you close, his heart is beating rapidly you can feel it under your palm. He hears you loud and clear.
"Can I be mad?" You need to know. If he feels the same way or what you're feeling is just entirely on your own.
"Yes, you can." Jisung holds you at arm's length, wanting to look at your eyes as he says the words.
"Can I kiss you?" Jisung leans in slowly, you almost give in but you pull back at the last minute. Confused Jisung's fingers shake on your cheek after you reject him, looking for answers in your eyes.
"Brush your teeth. She touched you." Sulking but you don't look angry anymore. Jisung salutes before he runs to the bathroom, brushing his teeth as if his life depended on it. You actually laugh. Jisung smiles his mouth full of toothpaste as he watches you through the mirror.
"I brushed throughoutly. See?" Jisung opens his mouth expecting like you inspect it or something.
"Jisung." Jisung gulps, it's not Ji, not Sungie you're using his government name and it means serious business. He looks nervous, you reach for his hand and squezze it.
"I want to be together. No more sneaking around."
You both broke out into a smile as he sighed in relief it's obvious he was expecting you to say something bad.
"Yeah. Okay. No more sneaking around. Let's date y/n."
He kisses you and this time he tastes like fresh mint.
part two will contain smut, do not interact if under 18
pairing: spider-han x f!reader, established relationship
genre/tags: spider-man/marvel au, angst, arguing, alcohol use
word count: 5k
chapters: 1/2
synopsis: Jisung finally tells the truth. Unfortunately, it changes nothing.
playlist: spideyboy
[a/n] i've been writing this before bed so joyfully lol. i love angst so much.
It had taken you an entire week to finally return to your apartment. Every day away clawed at your chest with guilt, but you told work it was the flu. You promised yourself you’d make it up to the kids later. Right now, you just needed distance or quiet or something that just wasn’t at home.
Your sister hadn’t questioned it when you showed up at her door with swollen eyes and only a tote bag. One look at your face had been enough. She had simply stepped forward, wrapped you in a hug, and told you the guest room was yours for however long you needed. She never pressed for details. Instead, she and her husband let you pretend everything was fine, as if your whole life hadn’t just imploded.
The way you found out wasn’t dramatic at all. There was no cinematic confession, not one drop of his blood staining your hands as he whispered your name between dying breaths. He didn’t stumble through the apartment, half-conscious after a fight, asking you to keep his secret. Nothing about it felt heroic.
It happened on an ordinary afternoon while you were cleaning. Jisung’s stupid oversized Ikea bag he’d stolen in high school had been shoved behind his desk again. You hated that thing. It was ugly, fraying at the seams, and always somehow in the way despite him insisting it wasn’t. In your tiny apartment, there wasn’t room for anything extra, yet that bag seemed to occupy every corner at once.
You had never touched it before. Mostly because Jisung was weirdly protective over it, always moving it himself whenever it inhabited a particular spot for too long. But that day, you just wanted to vacuum under the crooked makeshift shelf he called a desk. So, you bent down, vacuum humming in one hand, and grabbed the handle to drag it aside. But the weight of it yanked you off balance immediately. You crashed into the desk before landing hard on the floor.
Your first thought was honestly that he’d stolen more equipment from the lab again. Some ridiculous machine or illegal prototype he’d smuggled home because he “wanted to study it.” You were already preparing the lecture in your head as you opened it.
Folded carefully inside, though, was a red and blue suit threaded with black webbing, the fabric unmistakable even before your brain fully processed it. The mask sat near the top, white lenses staring blankly back at you. Around it were scattered gadgets, dented pieces of tech, and strange weapons you didn’t recognize.
Every late-night excuse, every unexplained bruise, every canceled plan, every panicked text, and every strange disappearance finally slammed together in your head all at once. Jisung hadn’t been cheating on you. He didn’t have a secret baby or a second family. He wasn’t part of some underground fight club. He hadn’t dropped out of school and hid it from you. He was Spider-Man.
You’d never remember how long you stayed there knelt on the floor, volleying between hysterical laughter and helpless sobbing. By the time Jisung slipped through the window sometime after midnight, the apartment was dark, the bag still open wide in front of you, and the vacuum was still running.
The sound of Jisung scrambling for some dumb excuse finally snapped you out of your haze. Why was his first instinct to lie? He kept talking too fast, words tripping over each other as he insisted the suit wasn’t his. He was just borrowing it. Fixing it for a friend. A very normal, very close friend you hadn’t heard of in the ten years you knew him, who just happened to be Spider-Man.
Without a word, you stood and grabbed your work bag. You didn’t bother to even think about packing clothes or your charger or anything. Behind you, Jisung kept trying to stop you, but it all sounded distant somehow. Muffled. Like your brain had already shut him out completely. You just walked out the door.
You checked your phone for the first time in a week during the subway ride back to the apartment. The screen lit up with dozens of missed calls from Jisung and hundreds of texts. Apologies, excuses, confessions, backtracks, frantic check-ins sent at every hour of the day. At some point, he’d even dragged Felix and Seungmin into it, both of them reaching out with awkward messages asking if you were alright.
You scoffed. Oh, were either of them Spider-Man?, you thought bitterly. You flung your phone into your bag.
But did they know?
How many people had actually known? Was this truly Jisung’s deepest secret, something he had carried alone for years? Or were you just the last person to figure it out? Had everyone else been trusted while you stood around like an idiot, oblivious to the truth? The thought gave you a stomachache the whole ride home.
When you finally reached the apartment, the front door greeted you first with its usual loud creak, the one your landlord swore he’d fix and never did. But Jisung wasn’t there. Of course he wasn’t. The apartment sat quiet and untouched, exactly the same as you’d left it a week ago. You pitched your bag at the couch, angry. He was probably out doing what he did best: throwing himself headfirst into danger until someone or something flung him into a building.
Your hand flew over your mouth and you gagged.
Memory after memory crashed into you all at once - blurry videos online of Spider-Man being hurled into concrete, dragged across asphalt, beaten bloody in shaky cellphone footage people reposted like entertainment. There were entire accounts dedicated to tracking the damage he survived each week.
Now every single clip had Jisung’s face attached to it. Every limp around the apartment. Every sharp inhale when he sat down too quickly. Every time he brushed you off with a tired smile and claimed he was “just sore.” You hadn’t known. But he didn’t tell you.
You went straight to the bedroom. It was barely afternoon, but all you wanted was to disappear beneath the blankets and sleep long enough for the world to stop hurting. Tomorrow could deal with lesson plans and the slow collapse of your life.
But the second you stepped inside, you stopped cold. Still, stupid yellow Ikea bag sat right in the middle of the bed, empty and carelessly crumpled in on itself.
Something inside you shattered.
The sob that tore out of your throat was ugly and loud and raw. Then another followed. And another. Your knees buckled beneath you until you were crying into your hands at the edge of the mattress, gasping so hard your chest burned.
The sun slowly disappeared while you cried, shadows stretching across the room inch by inch until darkness swallowed everything whole. But the ache stayed where it had been. Eventually you ended up flat on your back across the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling while your breaths came uneven and shaky. Your mind raced so fast it became empty somehow, thoughts crashing together until none of them made sense anymore. You were exhausted, completely and hopelessly.
At some point, the crying stopped not because you felt better, but because your body physically couldn’t keep going. You finally forced yourself upright, wiping weakly at your swollen face. Your throat burned. Your head pounded. You went to get water because you didn’t know what else to do.
You flicked on the living room light as you shuffled toward the kitchen. Then you froze.
Jisung was sitting in the open window.
The sudden light painted him in harsh yellow. He didn’t look at you when you stopped in the doorway. Didn’t say your name. Didn’t even move. His shoulders stayed hunched inward as he stared silently at the floor, avoiding your eyes. A takeout bag had spilled beside him onto the floor, containers dented and open. His eyes were swollen and red, his cheeks blotchy.
The two of you sat there for a long while, suspended in the silence of things neither of you wanted to say out loud. Thoughts kept passing between you anyway, heavy and unavoidable. Eventually, you spoke first. Jisung clearly wasn’t going to.
“At night,” you said carefully, voice already trembling, “do you use the window instead of the door so I don’t hear you leave?”
Jisung’s face tightened instantly. He swallowed hard, eyes fixed stubbornly on the floor. “Yes,” he admitted quietly. “The door’s loud.”
You let out a short, disbelieving laugh that sounded far too close to a sob. “So I don’t hear you,” you repeated.
Your fists dug hard into your hips just to keep yourself grounded. Acknowledging him already felt unbearable. Having to see him - to speak to him - in the flesh felt worse. You wanted to pretend he didn’t exist at all, but then there were the tears and that only made the disappointment ache harder in your chest.
Why the fuck was he crying?
He had spent the entire week doing the exact thing that drove you away in the first place. You had seen the empty bag on the bed. You saw proof that he’d been here the whole time, unwavering in his commitment to something that wasn’t you. Sure, he begged through a screen, but physically, he avoided you.
Even now, when you were within his reach, he listened to you cry on the other side of the wall and he still couldn’t bring himself to walk in. Now the evidence of his guilt sat right in front of you. Puffy eyes. Untouched food. Silence. The irony made you feel sick.
“Do you know how insane that made me feel?” you pressed, voice shaking harder the longer you spoke. “Not even you leaving. Just…not hearing you leave.”
Jisung’s head stayed bowed.
“I don’t sleep anymore,” you admitted. “I just lie there listening for you.”
Your throat tightened painfully, but you forced yourself to keep going. “Every night I wake up and the bed’s empty, and I hear you moving around the apartment but I never hear you leave, but then in the morning, you’re just gone.”
His face twisted more with every word beneath his bangs, guilt written plainly across it now, but he still didn’t move.
“How was I supposed to explain that?” you whispered sharply. “How do you explain not knowing where your boyfriend is when he should be right there?”
Still, silent.
“I started thinking I was losing my mind,” you whispered, your voice breaking.“Sometimes it feels like living with a ghost. Like maybe I hallucinated you coming home at all—”
“Well, I’m sorry!” he choked out suddenly, tears spilling over again. “I’m sorry, okay?”
The volume startled you. For a second, you just stared at him in disbelief before you fully stormed into the room. “You’re sorry?” you echoed. “That’s it? Sorry?”
Jisung scrubbed harshly at his face, still refusing to look at you. “I know I fucked up,” he said hoarsely. “I know I’m still fucking up. I’m trying, I just—”
“That’s seriously what you think I want to hear right now?”
Jisung finally looked up at you, eyes red-rimmed and exhausted, confusion flickering across his face like he genuinely didn’t understand.
“What do you want me to say?” he asked weakly.
It felt like a knife had splintered bone as it rammed into your heart.
“I don’t want you to say anything,” you snapped. “I want you to act like you actually feel bad.”
His expression twisted. A shaky breath left him as he shoved himself off the sill. He slammed the window shut too hard behind him, the glass rattling violently in its frame.
“I called you every day,” he shot back, voice cracking. “You ignored every single one.”
“Because your ass should’ve been at my sister’s apartment!”
“To what?” he asked bitterly. “Grovel?”
“Oh, but it’s okay when I’m the one doing it?” Your voice rose louder and louder until it echoed off the apartment walls. “Do you have any idea what you put me through? What was I supposed to think, Jisung?” Tears blurred your vision again. “You keep making me relive the worst days of my life. I’ve spent over a year now trying to convince myself you weren’t dead in a ditch somewhere, or cheating on me, or selling drugs—”
“But I wasn’t,” he whispered back, almost defensive now.
A horrible flash of rage surged through you so suddenly it made your hands shake. For one awful second, you wanted to slap him.
“Wow,” you laughed sardonically, voice cracking. “Great. Congratulations. You weren’t whoring yourself out.”
Jisung flinched.
“But you were lying to me,” you continued, tears burning hot behind your eyes. “Every. Single. Day. For years.”
He dragged a trembling hand over his face before looking away toward the ceiling, like he couldn’t stand meeting your eyes anymore. “It’s only been, like… a year and a half,” he muttered weakly.
You gawked at him.
“Only?” you repeated with a hollow laugh. “Only a year and a half?”
Jisung pulled at his hair before crouching to gather the ruined takeout scattered across the floor, like cleaning up spilled noodles was somehow easier than looking at you.
“I know you’re mad,” he muttered tightly. “It’s my fault, okay? I’m not fighting that. You have every right to be upset, but we cannot do this right now.”
You stared at him in genuine disbelief. “You do not get to manage this conversation anymore, Jisung.”
“I’m not trying to—”
“Yes, you are,” you snapped immediately. “Don’t get all cold scientist on me. You’re avoiding me.”
He exhaled shakily and turned away, carrying the crushed containers toward the kitchen. “This isn’t the time for a discussion.”
Your jaw clenched. “Then when is?” you demanded.
“Another time.”
You laughed bitterly. “Oh, okay. The same time you planned on telling me the truth.”
Jisung’s composure finally cracked. He stomped on the trash can pedal so hard it snapped off with a sharp crack through the apartment. “This is complicated, y/n!” he shouted back, voice suddenly rough with frustration. “I don’t want to fight with you!”
“Well, I do!” you yelled.
The words echoed violently between you both.
“I don’t care how complicated you think this is anymore!” Your anger burned hotter than the grief now. “There is no version of this where you lie to me for a year and a half and it magically becomes okay because you were out saving people!”
Jisung opened his mouth, but you cut him off immediately.
“That’s what this is, right?” your voice cracked. “You think if the reason was noble enough, then none of the damage counts? Like being Spider-Man somehow excuses what you did to me?”
His jaw tightened immediately. “It’s not an excuse.”
“But you like it,” you shot back venomously. “You like living like this.”
Jisung recoiled slightly like the words physically hit him, but you couldn’t stop anymore.
“You get to go out there and play the hero,” you said, voice trembling. “You swing around the city saving everyone, then come home and collapse on the couch with Chinese food like it’s normal.”
Your chest heaved painfully. “And meanwhile I’m the one falling apart.”
His expression cracked.
“I’m the one calling your mom back when you ignore her for days because she thinks something happened to you,” you continued louder. “I’m the one taking off work to drag you to urgent care because you insist a concussion is ‘probably fine.’ I’m the one cleaning blood out of our bathroom sink while you pretend those cuts on your face are from tripping on subway stairs.”
“I was trying to keep you safe,” he said coldly.
“Safe from what?” you shouted, shoving into his space and jabbing your finger hard against his chest. He tried to speak, but you steamrolled right over him before he could. “Tell me exactly what danger I was supposedly being protected from.”
“You don’t understand—”
“Oh, of course I don’t,” you snapped viciously. “Why would I? Oh, I’m apparently too fucking stupid to understand whatever the fuck Spider-Man does!”
“I didn’t say that!” he yelled back immediately.
“But what are you saying?” Your voice cracked violently under the weight of your words. “You keep talking like I should just accept this because you had some bigger reason!”
“It’s important,” he said, but weaker this time. “I had to keep it secret—“
“You did a shit job at it.”
He winced.
“For a year and a half, Jisung,” you spoke slowly, “I’ve known something has been wrong. That’s the whole time! You weren’t hiding anything from me. You come home bleeding and exhausted and terrified sometimes. You’re a fucking engineer. How would I ignore that? I’ve been scared and alone—”
His expression crumpled. His eyes squeezed shut like he physically couldn’t bear hearing it anymore. “I know—”
“No.” Your voice broke so sharply it almost didn’t sound like you anymore. “You better not.”
He went still.
“You better not have known exactly what this was doing to me, Jisung,” you whispered “Because if you knew - if you knew I was hurting like this and still came home every night thinking that it was okay—”
Your breath hitched painfully. “How could you do that to someone you love?”
For a second he just stood there, like he’d run out of ways to hold himself together. Then his hands came up to his face, fingers pressing hard against his sockets as his back hit the wall. He slid down it slowly, like his body had finally given up pretending it could carry this.
He ended up sitting on the floor at your feet, small and defeated. When he finally looked up at you, his face was ravaged - frustration tangled so tightly with grief it was hard to separate them.
“I don’t know what to do,” he said quietly.
You opened your mouth like you were going to shout again, but nothing came out.
The anger was still there, but it had burned itself thin.
Your shoulders sagged slightly as you looked down at him on the floor. “Don’t,” you said quietly, voice breaking at the edges, “don’t make me fix your mistakes, Jisung.”
He leaned forward until his forehead rested against your thighs, his hair brushing against your skin. You both stayed there a long while. Eventually, your hand moved on instinct, fingers threading into his hair. Muscle memory.
He shuddered slightly at the touch. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice rough and wrecked. “I’m so, so sorry. I swear…I thought it was for the best.”
You stared down at him, taking a deep breath. “Then tell me why.”
Jisung let out a long, exhausted sigh and pushed himself up from the floor.
“I want to talk,” he said carefully. “But I can’t do it…maturely.”You were ready to argue before you saw what he intended to do. He crossed to the kitchen cabinets and pulled them open. A couple of half-forgotten bottles clinked together inside, things you both had bought once or twice and then ignored.
“Sure,”you sighed. “It’s not like it can get worse.” You weren’t telling the truth.
That earned you nothing but a tired look. He lowered himself onto the kitchen floor under the sink like his legs had simply stopped arguing with gravity. He invited you over shyly. Then, without ceremony, he held a bottle out to you.
You studied him before joining. You took the bottle with no hesitation, letting the burn hit before you even thought about it. When you pulled it away, he was already drinking too.
A beat passed.
“You know,” he said finally, staring at the bottle in his hands, “I haven’t really eaten properly all week. That takeout…it was supposed to be my first real meal in days.”
You blinked at him. You were quick to the point. “Have you been drinking?” you asked quietly.
He hesitated only a second. “…a little,” he admitted.
Your brows tightened. “Do you—” you stopped, shaking your head slightly. “Is that normal for you now?”
“No,” he said immediately, almost sharp. Then softer, like the truth cost him something. “No. It’s just been…hard.”
His eyes lifted to yours. For the first time that night, there was no defense left in them at all.
“But ask me anything,” he said, voice breaking at the edges. “Please, y/n. Just - ask me anything.”
You watched the liquid in your glass swirl slowly as you turned it in your hands.
At last, voice quieter than before. “Name.”
He blinked at you. “Y/n.”
“I meant, yours.”
“Yeah but why—“
You gave him a flat look. “I’m starting from the beginning.”
Carefully, with a healthy amount of embarrassment, “Peter Jisung Han.”
Your grip tightened slightly on the bottle, but you didn’t rush. “Age?”
“Twenty-five.”
“Where do you live?”
“New York, New York.”
“How long have we been together?”
“Like, five years.”
“How long have you been Spider-Man?”
“A year and a half, almost exactly.”
“Where do the powers come from?”
Another silence settled between you both, heavier now.
“The news talks about you like you’re some alien or demigod,” you said eventually, staring down into your drink. “But unless you’ve been lying to me since the day we met, I know you’re not.”
Jisung stayed quiet, choosing to sip from his bottle instead.
You looked up at him. “So, where did the powers come from?”
He hesitated long enough that you almost thought he wouldn’t answer. “…a specimen,” he admitted carefully. “Two years ago. From the lab.”
Your stomach twisted.
Jisung worked at Stark Laboratories, one of the more secretive branches tucked beneath the massive umbrella of Stark Industries. He’d been recruited quite young through some elite internship program with MIT, personally noticed by Tony Stark after arguing with a senior researcher so aggressively that half the room thought he’d get thrown out. Instead, they hired him.
That job had consumed his life ever since. It was the reason he still hadn’t finished grad school yet despite being smart enough to breeze through school years ago. Work always came first. Emergencies. Late nights. Classified projects he “couldn’t talk about.”
You knew he specialized in biochemistry and bioengineering, mostly because he rambled about it when exhausted enough to forget you weren’t another scientist. But the specifics were always locked down tight, especially anything involving the animals housed in the lower labs. For someone with such a terrible habit of oversharing, he had always been disturbingly good at keeping secrets when it mattered.
Unfortunately.
“There was never any evidence of a containment breach,” Jisung began carefully, staring hard at the floor instead of you, “but something obviously escaped. I assumed it was one of the spiders.”
His voice went quieter. “I think it bit me.” Slowly, he turned his hand over and pointed to the faint scar near the base of his thumb, almost sheepish about it, like a kid confessing to breaking something expensive.
You stared at it as Jisung took another long drink, harsher this time.
“It should’ve killed me,” he muttered. “Those things are basically radioactive. The amount of money and equipment it takes just to keep them alive is insane.” He laughed once under his breath, humorless. “Honestly, I should’ve died.”
The liquid shifted slowly in your glass just like your thoughts. Every answer somehow created more questions.
“Then why didn’t you tell me?” you asked quietly. “Especially if you’d die?”
Jisung looked at the bottle in your hand before answering. “Put that down first,” he said softly.
It sounded like a request, but when you didn’t move immediately, his hand wrapped around your wrist and lowered it himself. Not rough enough to hurt, but firm enough to remind you exactly how strong he was now.
“I really thought I was protecting you.”
You rolled your eyes instantly and tried to yank your hand back, but his grip tightened just enough to stop you. He forced you to look at him.
“Y/n,” he said quietly, “I’m a weapon.”
His eyes were glassy and red, his eyelids heavy, but he was stern. “As soon as I realized I survived, I knew what they’d made me into.” His jaw tightened. “And all I could think about was hurting you.”
Your expression faltered slightly.
“Stark Industries has had one hell of a rebrand,” he continued crossly, “but they’re not experimenting with genetic engineering to save sick babies.” He swallowed hard. “They’re not trying to build weapons anymore. They’re trying to grow them.”
He sighed. “I’m just a variable they couldn’t account for.”
Your eyes burned immediately, but every time you tried looking away, his grip kept you there.
“I stayed away because I needed to protect you from me,” he whispered. “I swear to god, that’s what I wanted. The first time I got on the subway after…after this happened, I snapped the turnstile off by accident. I destroyed everything I touched.” He shook his head weakly. “I kept imagining losing control around you. Hurting you without meaning to. Or even…”
Your gaze dropped instinctively to where his fingers still circled your wrist, vice-tight. Jisung noticed too and his expression crumpled.
“So I kept leaving,” he admitted shakily. “I thought if I stayed away long enough, I could figure out how to still be human.”
A pause.
“But I’m not.”
When he finally let you go, guilt washed over his face the second he noticed the faint marks his fingers had left behind. He turned away immediately after, shoulders tight with shame, and tipped the bottle back until the rest disappeared in one swallow. You found yourself wondering, distantly, how much alcohol it would even take to make him properly drunk now.
“When was the first time you saved someone?” you asked quietly.
Jisung stayed silent for a moment before answering. “All my senses are… turned up,” he said eventually, voice low and tired. “Everything feels loud all the time. Heartbeats. Sirens. People talking three blocks away. It’s like my brain is constantly sorting through noise.” He rubbed tiredly at his eyes. “But somehow I can understand all of it. I take in all this information and my head just… calculates. Patterns, probabilities, trajectories. It’s basically math.”
A weak smile tugged at his mouth.
“One night there was this girl,” he continued softly. “She was drunk. Walking home alone. And there was this guy nearby carrying a knife. High out of his mind.”
His fingers tightened around the empty bottle.
“It didn’t take long to figure out what was about to happen, so I stepped in.”
Silence stretched between you both after that. You lifted your bottle and drank the rest too quickly, hoping the burn in your throat would stop the tears threatening again.
“And then it just…kept happening,” Jisung confessed quietly. “Every night.”You didn’t even need to ask what he meant.
“I hated being inside,” he admitted, staring blankly ahead now. “I hated feeling scared all the time. Hated feeling wrong in my own body. But out there…at least out there I could be useful.”
You rubbed your eyes, unsure what to feel. “When did you become Spider-Man?”
Jisung pushed himself up first and wandered back toward the cabinets, movements sluggish. A moment later, another half-finished bottle clinked softly against the counter in his hand. The sight felt wrong. Jisung had never been much of a drinker. Usually one glass in and he’d start whining about the taste. But now he tipped the bottle back for a long swallow without even flinching.
“A few months after it happened,” he said, leaning heavily against the counter, “I started feeling…better about myself, I guess. I figured maybe this could be useful. Like an outlet. If I was stuck like this, I should at least learn how to use it.”
His fingers tightened around the neck of the bottle. “So I stole equipment from the lab to make up for the abilities I didn’t inherit. Bought gear online. Balaclavas. I just…started.”
The casualness of it made your head spin.
“But honestly, I didn’t even get that far before they found me.” He took another drink. “Like a month in.”
You frowned as you slowly stood too. “Found you?”
“Recruited me,” he corrected bitterly.
He held the bottle out toward you silently. After a second, you took it and drank.
“Spider-Man is a Stark Industries product,” he spat, angrier now than he’d been all night. “Tony brought me into his office one day and already had a prototype suit waiting for me. Told me I could redesign the rest myself if I wanted.”
You stared between him and the bottle on the counter.
“He made it sound exciting,” Jisung continued. “Like some kind of Avenger internship. Like I was special.”
Your brain struggled to catch up with him. “…Are you an Avenger?”
“Fuck no,” he said immediately. “I’m supervised. My leash is long, sure, but I still have a collar. They’re tracking their only successful trial, y/n. That’s all this is. They don’t want me too far away,” he muttered.
Then, quieter: “And they definitely don’t want me dead.”
Jisung hesitated before taking another drink, staring down into the glass like he was reconsidering every word coming out of his mouth tonight. Then he knocked it back anyway. When he finished, his hand came up to cup your jaw almost absentmindedly, thumb brushing against your cheek as he leaned closer, alcohol thick on his breath.
“You know I only agreed because of you, right?” he said quietly, voice rough around the edges. “If I said no, they probably wouldn’t have killed me. But they would’ve taken me somewhere.”
His eyes darkened slightly. “There are specimens I’m not even cleared to see.”
Jisung stepped closer until you were pressed lightly against the counter, his gaze fixed on yours with an intensity that made it hard to look away. “I told you,” he murmured tiredly, “it’s complicated.”
pairing: spider-han x f!reader, established relationship
genre/tags: spider-man/marvel au, porn with little plot, multiple positions, light bondage, oral (f!receiving), missionary, creampie if you squint, unprotected and protected sex, backshots, dom!jisung
word count: 4.4k
synopsis: As you two try to rebuild your relationship after Jisung's secrecy for so long, he finally lets you...experiment with what he's actually capable of.
playlist: spideyboy
[a/n] i wrote this first on a plane but then got inspired to write a sad version of this first. so i finished that and now this one is finally ready! this is also all based on a headcanon i have that mcu!peter's suit is heavy as fuck bc of all the stark tech
⋆˚࿔ series: i'm still here, aren't i? ⋆ masterlist ⋆
Jisung sprang swiftly from the bed and landed with a dramatic boom, creaking probably the whole floor of your apartment building at once. He either didn’t feel it or didn’t care as he dove to his knees with another hard thunk to look for something under the bed.
“Where is it…” he mumbled, voice soft but rushed. He pulled out a painfully beat-up and ridiculously oversized yellow Ikea bag. He rummaged around for a few seconds, tossing aside things that sounded heavy and expensive. You winced from your spot in bed. He didn’t mind you.
“Gotcha,” he beamed as he emerged triumphantly with his two gloves, which whirred and clicked into place, mechanical yet flexible. You had seen him equip them before, but usually with sirens and alarms blaring in the background as chaos called him - never before in nothing else but his boxers.
“You want me to get the mask out, too?” he asked with a shit-eating grin.
You tossed his own shirt at him with a baffled chuckle. Of course, he caught it easily. “All you had to say was maybe another time!” He was Spider-Man after all.
Your boyfriend, who you had known for almost a decade and dated for half of that, had been keeping a secret from you for almost two whole years. When did you find out? Six months ago.
Your relationship wasn’t perfect right now. Not bad, but not good. One just doesn’t forgive dishonesty so quickly. He had left you to feel confused, doubtful. Not that your friends knew his secret, but with a boyfriend who canceled plans, disappeared without warning, then came back looking brighter and stronger, they had gotten to the point where they had less and less reasons to support your relationship. You didn’t have a lot either, even now.
But you knew him, well and long enough that even this implausible secret made sense. Of course he would do something like this. Your soft-hearted, too-kind-for-his-own-good, no-problem-is-too-small boyfriend would absolutely risk everything the second he was given the power to help.
His initial response was to go back to hiding his alter ego, keeping you and Spider-Man as far apart as possible. It barely lasted a week; you needed to know. You weren’t going to bare that hole in your chest from his not answering his phone or leaving for days at a time. If he wanted you in his life, then you needed all of him, not just the pieces he thought were safe to show.
This included him being himself, all of him, at home in your teeny shared apartment. The oversized hoodies disappeared first, no longer swallowing his frame every day. They were replaced by…very little most of the time. Jisung wandered around your tiny apartment all broad shoulders and lean muscle. His arms had gotten massive, his chest firmer, his stomach taut in a way that made it impossible not to stare.
He also moved differently. There were the obvious signs, like his insane strength and how his new favorite place to ponder was from the ceiling. But he was also quicker, lighter, in a way that felt almost animalistic. He reacted to the smallest sounds, some you couldn’t register. He seemed to be one step ahead of almost everything. He was always alert, always ready, all instinct.
He’d also stopped wearing his glasses. Turned out he didn’t need them anymore. That one tugged at your heart a little. You missed them - missed them alongside the soft, slightly too shy boy who used to peer at you through smudged lenses and overgrown bangs, who’d duck his head when you caught him staring.
That part hadn’t changed much - he barely seemed to notice what he was doing to you and, when he did, he’d be sickening bashful about it. In the mornings, he’d shuffle around half-awake and rubbing his eyes, completely unaware that messy hair and bruised knuckles did something for you. Sometimes he’d lean against a wall or a counter while talking, his huge muscles flexing absentmindedly. He’d catch you staring and just blush before putting a shirt on. Worse were the times when he’d casually use his abilities. One time he caught a brick hurtling down from a shoddy facade singlehandedly without looking, not stumbling over even one word in his rant about the Apex Legends metagame. It took every ounce of shame in you not to suck him off where he stood.
Maybe the newfound confidence came with the mask. Or maybe it came from finally not having to hide every part of himself anymore. Either way, your shy, awkward boyfriend had somehow turned into someone annoyingly attractive, and unfortunately for you, he was getting the hang of it. You were okay with that, mostly.
Jisung laced his hands together and cracked his knuckles above his head, his gloves ticking. “One more time - are you sure about this? I can’t break the webs and the solvent takes a second to dissolve them.”
You took that question as a cue to get yourself into place. You set a few pillows behind and under you, propping your head and hips up comfortably and making sure your arms weren’t too high above you. After settling, you smiled widely, all your teeth on display. “Yup! I’m quite sure.” You wiggled your feet excitedly. You’ve asked for this a few times, but Jisung was a bit hesitant to bring Spider-Man into your bedroom. But you were persistent and it couldn’t hurt to try at least once…
“Alrighty, then,” Jisung sang. With a flick of his wrist and a soft thwip, he landed a net of web on your wrists, attaching you to the headboard. Immediately, you felt pressure - you tugged on them, but they wouldn’t budge.
Jisung positioned himself gleefully, a stupid smirk plastered on his face. “Thank you for suggesting this, babe.” He currently kneeled on either side of your hips, careful not to put on weight on you. He drew soft shapes on your thighs, which made you shiver. His gloves were still cold and added an alluring bit of weight to every movement.
“We haven’t even done anything yet,” you giggled.
“Yeah, but it’s going to a long night.” His eyes sparkled earnestly. “I’m excited.”
He brought a gloved hand you face, the sensation chilling you. It was strangely cool and he felt more powerful than usual. Maybe it was the adrenaline. He cupped your face and kissed you, low, slow, yearning. Quickly, though, he overwhelmed you. His tongue slipped through eagerly, taking your breath away as it shoved its way down your throat.
Your body wanted to chase after him, but you really couldn’t move all that much, which he noticed almost immediately. He kept kissing you and backing away, watching you struggle to follow.
“Greedy,” he murmured with a grin against your lips before he snuck away.
You could only glare at him before he decided to move downward, aiming at your neck next. He bit and licked and sucked, needing you to get just as vocal as he liked. A hand crawled its way under your tank top, cupping a full breast roughly. Your breath broke against the pressure. He needed to go further - he pinched a nipple, hard. You squealed, a high-pitched cry, as he rolled it between two sleek fingers, never lightening his grip. He wouldn’t let go;he just added a hand, which kneaded your other breast just as hard.
You had nowhere to go as he finished nipping your collarbones. After, he latched up on to one of your sensitive mounds, staring at you through straight lashes as he teethed on you. He sounded so sloppy, so hungry, as he muttered praises into your skin. Nonstop, the other one was squished before his hand slid down your stomach.
Your hips bucked into his fingers while they glided down to the fabric above your center. You emitted a soft sound, already trapped by his teasing. He growled as he switched sides, his fingers still gently assessing how wet you actually were.
“Ji,” you whispered, unable to decide how to end that sentence exactly.
Jisung separated from you with a pop, lifting up to meet your eyes. He was already heavy-lidded and short-breathed, his exhales warming your face.
“Tell me what you need, baby,” he emphasized with his fingers brushing your damp panties.
You swallowed hard. You trembled beneath him, your arms desperately trying to find him. “S-stop teasing me.”
“Oh, I’m not, baby,” he smirked as he pulled rough on your nipples, tugging it and watching your breast jiggle back into place beneath your top. You gasped. “I’m enjoying myself.” His hands slithered down to tug at your underwear. “Tell me what to do better.”
“T-touch me.”
He hummed in time to a long swipe over thin fabric. Your hips bucked forward to no satisfaction. “I am though.”
You threw your head back in growing frustration. “Like, properly, Ji.”
“I can’t do that with these on, darling,” he smiled, waving his free hand innocently. Your eyes widen and your mouth hung open, failing to hide utter anguish. You rubbed your thighs around his hand, searching for something as he traced aloof shapes above your sopping hole.
“Babe, I got this. Trust me.”
Trust meant shit coming out of his mouth, but he finally and happily removed your underwear and shorts, throwing them behind him with too much enthusiasm. He dutifully repositioned himself right after, laying down in front of you, your legs on either side of him.
“Can I?” he asked, feigning worry, as if he’d be denied.
You nod, watching him lick his lips first.
One of his few redeeming qualities, Jisung was a munch. He’d quit his job and drop of school if he could keep you pinned down under him forever. It was a pastime of his, honestly. For a long time, before he distanced himself, he’d make you lay down randomly in bed or on the couch and just stay between your legs for hours. Had a long day? He’d eat you out. Passed an assignment? Eat you out. Didn’t do that well on an assignment? Eat you out. When he was younger, eagerness made up for technique. After years, though, he prided himself on just how many times he could make you cum within an hour with only his tongue.
Tonight, he started slow, savoring you with each pass of his tongue. His eyes practically rolled in the back of his head, you were so wet and sweet. Although he was being tame, you were already out of breath. The webs dug into your skin, surprisingly stinging you, with no give whatsoever. You stayed exactly where he had left you and so did he, unfortunately. You couldn’t pull Jisung closer by the hair; you couldn’t shove his beautiful curved nose against your swollen clit. You could only grind your hips into his open mouth, searching for his tongue as it lazily yet firmly tasted every drop of you.
Jisung could feel your frustration in the way you rolled over his face; he could hear it as you muttered half-formed curses. He’d normally do whatever you wished, as soon as you demanded. But he liked seeing you so needy, so starved, for once. He liked feeling wanted. He liked seeing your cocky, bossy self fight the urge to beg.
His gloves purred as he positioned them wide on the inside of either thigh and spread your legs broad. Jisung had stopped completely to admire his work. Your cunt was swollen and red and shining with a pretty mix of your slick and his spit. Your stomach twisted in disappointment, waiting.
“Say please,” he spouted coldly, taking advantage.
“Ji,” you exhaled. He sure was brave tonight.
He ignored you. He drummed metallic fingers against your skin, seemingly bored.
“Jisung.”
“Hm?” He blinked, peering up innocently.
“Like, c-continue! Finish!”
Jisung brought his teeth to the soft part of your thigh and started biting at the flesh, dribbling all down your leg. It made you moan, but that wasn’t enough. It wasn’t what you wanted.
“Ji,” you gasped, tugging uselessly at your binding. “Just—“
Jisung dragged his heavy fingers down your squishy muscles, slow and pressured. The metal weave was apparent as he sank his fingertips, tracing each bite he gifted. It hurt but not as much as—
“Ji, please eat me out.”
His grin was wide and gummy. “How, baby?”
“Spit on it, hit it, fingerfuck me - I don’t care! But please, Ji.”
He didn’t have to spit on anything - you were overflowing. He merely dived down and kissed at your desperate pussy. His tongue slid in and out, pausing only for him to gulp down your slick. He picked up the pace, lapping at you like he was dying of thirst, his nose buried in your sensitive bud. He got so fast, inhumanly so. You loved the way he knew exactly what to do and how to do it by your cries. You shook so much, too, he had to hold you back from crushing his skull between your pretty thighs. He broke away to kiss them, bite them again. You jumped against the headboard.
“Jisung!”
“Baby, but you’re so soft!” he whined, his eyes locked onto you. “And maybe if you didn’t scream like that—“
On cue, he squeezed your legs, earning a yelp from you. He laughed as he went back to work. He gained a nice rhythm, in time to your cursing his name. His tongue slowed, even when he got to your clit. He circled it, several languid laps before pursing his lips and sucking. It was an obscene sound, the way he slurped you.
Your head spun, each action making you more and more undone. He wasn’t holding back today. He was always afraid he’d hurt if he wasn’t 100% aware of how much strength he used but now, he seemed to be leaning into his new gifts. It was like he needed you to feel him, each touch a mark, a promise, a statement.
“Ji, I’m close,” you babbled.
Jisung responded by retreating for a moment before returning with a wide, long, slow swipe at your sopping cunt, making you feel every second he was on you. He traveled until he found your clit once more and attached his watery mouth with no mercy. His hands easily threw your leaded legs above his shoulders, limp as he worked.
Your first organism hit you harder than you expected. You tensed and trembled, screaming at this point. The feeling of your boyfriend and the web ties, both unrelenting, drove you beyond all sense. But that didn’t make Jisung stop - he wrapped his arms around your legs and brought you closer, physically holding you so you literally rode out your high on him.
As the pleasure subsided into exhaustion, your body tried to collapse, but there was nowhere to go. You pressed into the pillows, no words capable of being uttered. Jisung only watched, admiring what a sweaty, gasping mess you already were. Your face and chest was flushed a bright pink, your chest heaving dramatically as you fought to catch your breath.
“Oh no,” he mused as he sat up and inched closer. He returned his two gloved hand to your breasts. He fondled them roughly above your shirt, ignoring your pained whines. “I should’ve gotten rid your shirt before we started. It’s in the way. How can I see how pretty you are naked with it on, baby?”Rudely, he only pawed harder with each word. “I didn’t think this through. Lemme fix that.”
Like a sheet of paper, he tore your tank top in two with easy fingers. Your jaw went slack as he peeled off what was left and tossed them to the floor.
“Better,” he smiled with a raised an eyebrow.
He got up to get your water bottle. He took a sip himself but not before he let you drink. He wiped your face with the tissues on the nightstand, giving you a small peck on the cheek when he was done.
Jisung knelt in front of you, his big body folded in like he was praying. You had a leg on either side of him, open and vulnerable. He ran his hands up and down your thighs with little actual patience. You could see his sold, hefty hard-on fight against his boxers, begging despite his feeble voice. “Are you okay to keep going?” he asked as he bucked slightly into the mattress.
“Yes, please,” you breathed. The words had barely tumbled from your lips before he returned to kiss you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. All the while, you could feel the head of his cock through his boxers rubbing against your still sensitive folds.
“Now?” he practically whined.
You desperately nodded.
He lowered you slightly on the pillows, so you were laying down. Your hands hung achingly above you like a bell in church. He gracefully positioned his hands on either side of you and sank down you two were forehead to forehead, chest to chest.
Initially, he nudged himself into you unhurriedly, like there was still all the time in the world. You gasped with each inch, the journey as long as his cock. He eventually bottomed out and stayed there, listening to your already ragged breathing.
“Fuck…still tight,” he choked. You squeezed around him, adjusting to his size. He was obsessed how it still took you a minute to take all of him in.
He groaned deeply as he began moving. The thrusts were deep, slow, and long - he’d drag himself almost all the way out before inching his way back in. You rolled your hips in time with his, gracefully but urgently chasing his addictive length.
With each sensual grind, he kissed you passionately like your soul was in the other side of your mouth. Occasionally, if you needed to squeak or moan, he’d place a gentle kiss on your neck or a soft bite on your shoulder. Soon, one his hands traveled up to your bound wrists, added even more pressure, while the other caressed your shaking body. It was agonizing.
“You’re so good, taking me so well,” he murmured against your check. “So, perfect, so patient.”
Your hips jerked against his spastically, searching for something rougher. He only giggled, a pure sound full of malice.
“Y/n,” he cooed. “Use your words.”
You groaned, less from euphoria more from how annoying he’d grown. You gulped before spitting out, low and taunting, “Fuck me.”
You ceremoniously wrapped your legs around his waist and all he could do for a second was smiled into your neck. Suddenly, before you could protest further, he snapped his pelvis forward, ramming into you faster and even deeper. He relished your cries by burying his teeth in your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a pretty present for work tomorrow.
“Right there, Ji, right here,” you muttered into the air. Your cracking voice was just barely audible over the sound of skin slapping skin and your wet cunt squelching with each plunge.
“Right there?” He angled himself and pounded into you forcefully, earning a broken cry from your shredded throat.
You had squeezed your eyes shut, deliciously overwhelmed, but you felt a hand hold your face.
“Look at me,” he whispered. “Watch me fuck you.”
His thrusts drove into you hard and desperate. His bangs were stuck to his face and his chest was sweaty and flushed. He watched your face with a slight smirk, think you were the most beautiful creature he could ever witnessed. He kissed messily, he couldn’t help himself. You were even more gorgeous as you sobbed into his mouth, getting closer and closer.
“Cum, baby.” Broke away just along to praise you. “Cum all over me again like a good girl.”
You came harder, clenching around his length, arching your back to be even closer to him. You moaned his name loudly as refused to slow down, fucking you as he chased his own high.
You went slack beneath him, but he reached down to rub your clit, fast and rough. You cried, a strangled sound, but he wanted you sufficiently wrecked before he cummed deep within you. He railed a few more jagged thrusts before spilling thick, hot ropes all in you. He kept moving, though, pushing each drop in so you would be properly full. At this point, his name was a fragmented prayer for the neighbors to hear.
Jisung slumped into you, his head resting on your shoulders, his arms hugging you. You could feel his chest heave into yours as you struggled to calm your heartbeat. He stayed inside you, warm and sweaty, for a moment, but not long enough.
“Babe, baby,” he babbled into your ear between shaky, ragged breaths. “Can you let me try something? Please? Just one more thing, I promise.” Each whimper was accompanied by a slow, languid rut into your sensitive, aching cunt.
Lost for words, you nodded feebly, weak to how needy he still felt and sounded. As long as he begged, you’d do anything. You’d find the will. You’d muster the strength. He carefully removed himself from in and on you and retrieved the solvent. He poured only a few drops, but immediately the webs started to fizzle away. It took a minute or two to fully dissolve. During that time, he cleaned you up - he toweled you down, tucked your hair behind your ears, and got you some water.
After you reassured him that you were okay, he kissed your sweaty forehead and gently guided you unto your knees, making you look away from at the wall above the headboard. A quick thwip could be heard behind you, followed by his cold, metallic hands gingerly wrapping a thin cord around your wrists, behind your back.
“Is it too tight?” he asked.
“N-not at all.”
He pulled a little more so your wrists were flushed together, tight.
He got behind you and unwrapped a condom this time, still wincing slightly from the overstimulation as he rolled it on. This was a scenario he’d imagined for a while now. He patted your ass, assuringly but a tad bit hard. You were too good for him.
He positioned himself at your entrance, standing firm behind you. Oh, how what a sight. Your ass was something he was secretly obsessed with. Your pretty cunt was red and swollen and glistening with him, too, thighs bitten and blue. He was tempted to taste it once more this night. “Can you even take my cock again, baby?” he drawled.
“Of course,” you breathed. “Anytime, Spidey.”
That woke him up fully, a new exhilarating feeling. Unannounced, he slid himself in once more, quietly alarmed by how you could still invite him in. He grabbed your hips and sank all the way in, earning a yelp from you.
“Fuck,”he drawled. He was not exactly frantic this time; he went slow enough but made sure to bottom out with each thrust, pushing himself right into your sore hole. You shook beneath him instantly, but he only gripped harder, his gloves marking you more. You weren’t going anywhere. His cock slammed inside you over and over.
“Jisung,” you straight up cried as you buried your face into the mattress. The sound of your slick, mixed with moans and whines from the both of you, was deliciously dirty. You fought against the web binding; it stung just as much as when he slapped your ass, but it was entrancing, getting to feel his strength so up close.
“Shit, you’re too good for me, baby,” he moaned. “Letting me tie you up like you’ve done something wrong.”His cracking voice didn’t match how he was still mercilessly picking up the pace. “You can do nothing but cum for me.” A hand slid between your thighs. “That’s all my baby can do right now, take my cock and cum.”
His cool fingers found your desperate clit and finally rubbed fast circles. His gloves offered a sensation you’d never felt before - they were rough and hard but smooth and cold and glided over with your slick with ease. You dripped down his knuckles.
As his other hand squeezed your ass and didn’t let go, you screamed into the mattress, a pure, throaty shriek. Jisung could’ve cum right there, but he instead he held your hips against him, so you clenched around every inch of him.
“I’m going to cum,” you screeched, tears staining the sheets.
“I’m right there with you, baby,” he whimpered. “Cum with me, y/n.”
You made no attempt to muffle the scream ripped from your throat as you came for the third time that night. Jisung didn’t let up as he slammed into you one last time, stammering praises and thank you’s as he filled up yet another condom inside you. His fingers faltered a little, but continued to pleasure you as he milked every drop and tear out of you.
When he finally pulled out after several minutes of twitching inside you, he fell to his knees, the bed sinking loudly under him. You collapsed without his balance onto your side, too exhausted to even properly sob.
“Hey,” he mewled as he crawled over to the night stand to get the solvent again. As it simmered, he threw away the condom and he took off the gloves and tossed him to the floor with an unceremonious thud. Once you were free, he repositioned you like a doll so he could hold you in his arms, staring over you with thinly disguised worry.
“You okay?” he whispered. He knew he did a lot, probably too much. You hummed a sound that was meant to be a yes. You were too overwhelmed to even nod. He wiped your tears with his real fingertips and you leaned into the warmth. He kissed your face lightly as you panted still.
It wasn’t lost on either of you that in another world, it was often Jisung that finished these type of nights snotty and blubbering instead. Now, he looked like he only ran a slightly cumbersome jog. He was shiny and red in the cheeks and lips, but he looked too idyllic, like a painting, after everything. You reached shaky fingers to his perfect bangs, covering his wide pupils.
A lot had changed. Only recently had you really, truly noticed. But his fingers felt like home as they entangled into yours. They felt human and familiar and that was what mattered to you the most.
pairing: spider-han (but still a secret) x f!reader, established relationship
genre/tags: spider-man/marvel au, angst, some hurt/comfort, explicit content, both are grad students, y/n is a teacher bc i said so, handjob, protected sex
word count: 4.4k
synopsis: After a containment breach at the lab leaves Jisung changed in ways he can barely control, the fear of hurting you makes him distant. As his developing double-life begins pulling the two of you apart, you struggle to keep him by your side.
playlist: spideyboy
[a/n] so i love spiderman and i wrote this really enthusiastic fic about how hot his strength and stamina BUT i love sad and down-trodden spidey even more SO i wrote an angsty companion piece.
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He had been so sure he was going to die.
Fear had made his hands clammy and his eyes blurry. He was sure it had something to do with the spider. He fumbled for his phone. One last message, he promised himself as he dragged himself up to the roof of the science building. The city stretched out beneath him, distant and indifferent. He’d be found quickly, at least. He told you he loved you, to take care of yourself, but he didn’t say goodbye. Then he closed his eyes.
When he awoke, everything was wrong. The sky was different. The city stood above him. It was cold. His body was half-submerged in the river, clothes missing. Three days had passed, but there were no memories. Where he had gone, what he had done, was lost.
He went home.
Upon arrival, his first heartbreak came the moment the door opened. You collided into him with a force that should’ve knocked the air from his lungs. You weren’t someone who cried but now the sound of it tore through you. You held onto him like he might vanish again if your grip loosened even a little.
The second time his heart shattered, all he did was try to hold you. Having thought he’d never get this chance again, his arms wrapped around your back like he’d done thousands of times, pulling you close, his fingers sinking into your soft flesh. But the moment he applied even the smallest bit of pressure, you flinched under him. The sounds you made would haunt him - your ribs cracking underneath a cry like a cornered animal.
You had been so overcome with misplaced grief that you hardly registered the exchange; you were only focused on him. Even later, it would take you days to notice the bruises. You could be absentminded like that, but he didn’t miss anything anymore.
He couldn’t.
Now, the world constantly pressed in on him from all sides - every one of senses were heightened to an inhuman degree. He also seemed to develop a secret sixth one which made him hyper-aware of everything around him. It was like he simply knew the world around him.
Even then, the worst of it was actually his strength. He couldn’t measure or trust it. The first night back, he snapped his glasses (useless anyway) without meaning to. Then the bathroom counter. Then his skateboard, split clean in half. Then some expensive equipment at the lab. And if he could do that without trying, he didn’t want to risk again what might happen if he couldn’t control himself around you.
You tried to stay close. Never said out loud, a part of you thought that if he was never too far from you, he’d be safe. But safest thing was distance, according to Jisung. Stay away. Don’t touch. Just until he could make sense of things or fix them.
He tried to fake normal with a little kiss or a brief hug but there were lines he wouldn’t cross. At night, he’d lay beside you long enough to see you fall asleep. Watching you was the only indulgence he’d permit himself. But then - when he ached to reach over - he’d leave. At first, it was to the couch, then it was out of the apartment entirely. He’d convinced himself it was for the best, going against the one thing you wanted.
But it still hurt you.
One night, three months in to his self-sentenced quarantine, he had gotten home before you, a rare feat. The quiet tempted him and he fell asleep in the bed he hadn’t let himself touch in weeks. He woke to you curled into him like nothing had changed. Instinct took over; he kissed you, soft at first, then deeper when you leaned into him. Your hands followed. For a moment, he almost let it happen. Then it hit him, where it was going and what he could do, so he caught your hand, too hard.
“Ji, are you okay?” you had asked, startled.
“Yeah,” he muttered, avoiding your eyes as he pulled away. “I just remembered something I have to do.”
“It’s late, Ji.” He tried to get up, but you held onto him. You had grown to hate when he left after dark. “Stay,” you whispered. Just one word, but it was loaded like a gun.
“It’s not and it’s for my final, y/n. The deadline is soon—”
You sucked in a breath. “It can wait, can’t it? ‘Til the morning?” Your grip tightened, even if it didn’t really hold him there.
“It really can’t. I have to go to the lab. You know - before they lock up.”
“It probably is already. It’s the holidays. Just st—”
“Y/n, no. I gotta—”
“What do you mean ‘no’?” The sob broke through before you could stop it. There was so much you had to say, to scream at him, but the words stayed lodged in your throat. You shoved his arm away and folded in on yourself. Your hands pressed to your face. Your voice was so small, “What am I doing wrong?”
“Baby,” he said quickly as he dropped to his knees in front of you. “You haven’t done anything, I swear.”
“Then what is it?” You looked at him, not disguising the anguish you had been enduring. “Because if it’s not my fault, then it’s yours and I don’t know what to do if it is.”The tears came all at once after that.
He hesitated exactly three seconds before pulling you into him, pulling your face to his chest. He hoped time had passed in that way only he could have noticed, but you pushed him back. Hard. You didn’t need superpowers to tell time.
“You can go,” you said, your voice shaking despite the effort to steady it. You said it more to yourself than him. You wiped at your face, breathing rough. He didn’t move so you did. You stayed at your best friend’s place for a week.
If anything, he made it worse.
Whatever he’d been doing to distract himself started to consume him. He vanished at hours that didn’t make sense, came back just as unpredictably, marked up in ways he couldn’t hide.
When you went back home upstate together for Christmas, he forced you to carry the semblance of normalcy for him. You smiled through questions asking if Jisung was really still in grad school, laughed when they’d joke about his new physique, swallowed the prying that came in too sharp and too often. You defended him, defended you, being the only one trying to keep things from unraveling.
So you finally let it fall apart.
You pulled back. No more check-ins when you got home. No texts in the middle of the day just to see if he was okay. His injuries went unnoticed. Any new changes, unacknowledged. You were still polite, but there was a distance now, cold and deliberate. You’d finally matched what he’d been giving all along; it was not like he had anything warmer to offer.
The realization he had fucked up took maybe two weeks to sink in. He kind of thrived in your silence, flourishing with all the new freedom he had to himself, ignorant of the cause. The realization came one evening, walking home with you. He let himself feel a little proud in how he was finally getting the hang of things, like maybe he could be normal again. So he reached for your waist.
And you dodged him. Quick and intentional, you nearly stepped off the curb in the process.
He froze, his chest tightening. His first thought was that he’d hurt you again, but then it clicked. You weren’t in pain at all. He hadn’t touched you. You just hadn’t wanted him to.
Weeks later, he could only watch you.
Jisung stared at you from the couch as you prepared yourself tea in the kitchen. The place was small so there weren’t very many places to look at anyway. You wore an old high school band shirt that now fit like a baby tee with plaid shorts. Jisung thought he’d be cute and wore his matching pajama bottoms, but you didn’t feel like noticing. Beneath the stretched out band, he could make out the white lace trim of your underwear. It was the pretty floral pair, the one with the little flower where a button should’ve been. You were always so pretty.
You walked past to make your way to the bedroom when he held you by the hips and yanked you swiftly on the couch. Instinct helped him save the mug. He’d been practicing lately, not that you really cared it seemed.
“We should start planning something for Valentine’s,”Jisung pitched.
“No,” you retorted. “I’ll be planning what to catch up on during the break.”
“Hey, just stay.”
You shot him a mean look, unfiltered, unkind. Jisung averted your gaze, so guilty his ears were turning red.
You attempted to leave and got a few steps away, before Jisung took advantage of your lowered guard and guided you down again, so that you straddled one of his thighs.
The movement startled you. In the soft glow of the tiny tree that was still up, it lit him just enough for you to really look at him. Some things hadn’t changed - the shadows under his eyes, his mouth pulled into a tired pout, his unruly bangs. But you were sure the rest of him had changed. His neck looked thicker. His shoulders were broader, more solid than you remembered. Even that ugly Fall Out Boy shirt clung to him now, stretched across his chest instead of hanging loose. And his hands - they felt different when they found your hips. Bigger. Rougher.
So much was different.
Ten years ago, on the first day at Midtown School of Science and Technology, Jisung had tripped and ate absolute shit, taking you down with him. Before the bell had even rung, you were both at the nurse. His hands were fidgety in his lap and he had an aggressive stammer he couldn’t control. He wouldn’t look at you. He was so small back then, hidden behind fluffy bangs and oversized headphones, like he wanted to disappear. Where was that Jisung?
You touched a hand to him, the version in front of you. Your hand hesitated for a second before it moved, slow and uncertain, tracing the line of his collarbone, then over his chest, over his abs. You kept going, like you were trying to map him. You traveled slowly down until you reached his waistband—
“Ow!” you yelled.
Jisung flinched and caught your wrist. Again, like he was repulsed by you, you thought bitterly. He let go almost immediately, guilt written all over him. His mouth opened and closed, searching for an excuse, but nothing came out. You shifted to leave. He didn’t let you.
“Y/n,”he finally mumbled. “I’m trying. I swear, I am.” He pushed his glasses up and ran a hand through his hair, pulling slightly. You saw his arms. They were so much bigger, beefier even. Why were they bigger? Why was he gone all the time?
Why didn’t he want you anymore?
You buried your head in your hands. You had never cried more than you had in those past few months. Jisung used to be the resident crybaby in the relationship. Five years back, he confessed by sobbing uncontrollably in the rain the first time he had gotten super drunk. He’d cry when he’d watch movies, after sex, when he’d see a disabled pigeon. Now it was you who was hiding your breakdowns. Not that there he was ever there to risk seeing them.
None of these words could pass through your lips, but sobs did. Jisung attempted to rock you. He could only gingerly cradle you, wrecked by fear and guilt. He was too stiff. You needed him. He needed you.
He didn’t know what else to do.
So he kissed you. Your forehead first - soft, careful - then your cheeks, and finally, your mouth. You didn’t pull away or resist. It was like your body knew it needed him. Your breathing was uneven, panicked, but he stayed there, steadfast against your lips like he could breathe for you.
Slowly, your arms came up around his neck, and his hands settled at your waist. He felt like he was in a lucid dream. Every movement was deliberate, every sensation too present. He was aware of everything - every shift, every breath, every inch of you. He decided he’d let you lead. He’d follow carefully, adjusting, holding himself in check with everything he had. If this was what you needed, he’d do it. Anything to keep you from crying.
It was like a pact; you moved together. Your fingers tangled in his curls, pulling him closer, and he let you part his lips against yours, tasting like salt. It made his breath hitch, low and quick. His hands stayed at your waist, wary, but then they slipped beneath the edge of your shirt, brushing warm skin. He hesitated for half a second, yet you leaned into him anyway.
When your lips broke apart, it was just to move, to find something better. His hands steadied on your hips as he guided you fully onto his lap, and suddenly there was no space left at all. You took advantage of it before he could process his next move, hands dragging restlessly over him - his face, his chest, his arms.
He felt every bit of it, even the sting. That was the dangerous part because he liked it, missed it. Somewhere in the blur of it, he let himself fall back against the couch, pulling you with him without thinking. You followed easily, settling against him, your hands back in his hair. His grip tightened on your thighs and ass, so you grinded into him, slow.
He felt like he was coming apart. Every cell in his body was vibrating, like his body didn’t know how to contain any of it. Control was slipping.
And it was like you could sense it, so you pressed closer, rolling onto to a very obvious bulge beneath you. The change dragged something out of him, a strained sound catching in his throat. He let go of you instantly, back arching, hands hovering uselessly in the air.
But you didn’t stop.
You moved against him, even closer, grounding and undoing him all at once. Your mouth found his neck, and he exhaled shakily, words breaking apart before they could form. Your name slipped out of him like it hurt.
That’s what broke you. You hadn’t heard him say your name like that in so long - soft and wrecked.
You pulled back, using his chest to balance yourself as you sat up. The distance pained you immediately. He looked up at you, dazed, flushed.
“Hey, you alright?” His voice came too fast, still catching his breath. His hair was a mess, his lip bruised from where you’d bitten it, color still high in his cheeks.
“I am,” you whispered, though your throat tightened again. “Are you?”
He swallowed hard. This was where it could fall apart. He knew it. He pushed himself up onto his elbows, hands settling leerily on your thighs.
“I’m fine, baby. I promise. Don’t worry—”
“Are you sure?” Your voice wavered, quieter now. “You…you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” You wouldn’t quite look at him, your fingers brushing the hem of his waistband, longing.
“Y/n…” He exhaled, softer this time. “I’m still here, aren’t I?”
You looked at him then. And he held your gaze, as fragile as it was.
“I’m here,” he said, even quieter now. “I’m not going anywhere.”
You searched his face. You’d never called him liar, but the truth had been stretched so thin lately.
“Y/n,” he tried again, gentler, his thumbs brushing slow, meticulous circles into your skin. “You have to trust me.”
He wanted it to be enough. He just didn’t know if it was.
You leaned down, pressing a slow, soft kiss to his chest - a question more than anything else. When you lifted again, your fingers caught at the edge of his pants and boxers. You both paused there, just looking at each other, making sure.
Jisung answered gently.
His hands came over yours, shaking ever so slightly, not stopping you, just guiding. He helped you unleash him.
You thought you imagined it, but no, he had gotten longer, thicker, veinier. His member sprang free with a graceless slap against his abs. But it was still just as pretty as before, with precum glistening the pink tip. You looked at Jisung again nervously. As delicately as he could, he guided your hand to his cock.
You brushed your thumb across the tip, hesitantly. Jisung sighed a low groan, polite like a secret. Was that good? You wrapped your fingers around him slowly, admiring how little you could hold. Your grip barely tightened. You moved bit by bit, inch by inch. His own hand didn’t speed you up, so you kept your delicate pace. These past few months made you doubt yourself.
Suddenly, Jisung’s hand moved and gently held your wrist, a ghost of a touch. You knew what he meant - you gripped tighter and watched him twitch.
“Fuck,” he exhaled. His abdomen flexed, in and out.
That was enough.
You pumped him harder, wanting to see his body jerk. It did. His hips bucked into your fist as you pumped, encouraging you to hold him tighter and go faster. You missed the feeling of him throbbing in your hands, him searching for mercy. You’d edge him for over an hour sometimes, just to watch him squirm. Tonight, he wouldn’t allow him himself the grace of losing himself to you, but his head was thrown back, mouth hanging open, struggling to catch his breath. You twisted, earning a broken moan.
Jisung’s free hand clawed at his thigh, hoping the pain would distract him. You were doing so well; you were even considerate. But he was so overwhelmed by you. He could feel your heat radiate onto him. Your knees already shook above him. He could hear how your heart was beating against your chest, the sweat falling down your breasts, how wet you grew by the second. He could feel the blood pulse your fingers as they stayed unrelenting around him.
“Y-y/n,” he whispered lowly. “’m going to get a condom.”
Your eyes widened. You stopped. “Ji, don’t force yourself,” you said as he got himself up. “We don’t have to—“
“Hey.” He was already sweaty, his large chest heaving against flimsy fabric. He spoke with a restless look in his eye. “I said to trust me.”
He was a lot less cool than he planned as he got up with a groan and hobbled away, but it was only because every nerve in his body was ready to combat. He ended up pushing the bedroom door open too hard on his way, the hinges whining in protest. “Shit.” He forced himself to breathe, slow it down. He reached for the bedside drawer and missed the control he wanted.
“Shit, shit—”His fingers dragged through his hair, resetting. He could do this. He’d been preparing for this.
He emerged from the room to you still knelt on the couch, wringing your hands together. He let a long exhale before returning, landing with an audible creak. He spread himself wide and handed you the condom.
“You may do the honors.”
You were momentarily incredulous. You couldn’t remember the last time he’d been funny. You scoffed.
He smiled.
You pulled his pants and underwear down again and removed your shorts altogether. But not the panties out of habit - he always liked pulling them to the side. As you ripped open the condom with your teeth, his hands found your hips, his fingertips heavy against your soft flesh. It was hard to roll it on, the condom getting caught on how tacky his cock was from all the precum. When it finally fit, he groaned with a hop, shifting himself to get comfortable.
You positioned your hands on his shoulders. Before you could check in one more time, he lifted up and on to his tip. The initial stretch sent a ripple through your spine, he could feel it. You gasped at how little effort it took to slide down him; you wanted him so bad.
He actually needed you be as slow as possible, though. His mind was already jelly. He wanted to fuck right into you right then and there and make up for lost time. He’d take you there on the couch, the floor, the kitchen counter, the bed, later in the shower. The thoughts raced like visions. It was so difficult not to grip you hard and slam you down, but he kept himself in check.
“Good fucking girl,” he rasped as you slid down.
You were so full. Your wetness made it so easy to let him bottom out. It was like he was in your organs. Your forehead dropped to his shoulder, the both of you wordlessly admiring how it like it was like he was born to be buried inside you.
The stretch was intoxicating. Your fingers dug desperately at his shoulders, down his arms, while trying to regain your breathing. Jisung didn’t rush you at all as you took your time, his fingers drumming against your waist patiently. Good for him, but you were losing yours. Your movements began, languid and subtle.
It was like a slow burn, like a candle with a broken wick, but Jisung was alight. It was a simple affair; you never had to be fancy to drive him insane. You would drag yourself up almost to the tip, almost drowsily, and then glide back down, leisurely. Every so often you’d grind him demurely, with not enough pressure to provide more than modest friction. You loitered on his cock, making every inch of him feel every drop of you through the latex. Your idle pace made his nerves raw, hypersensitive. Each tiny motion, each flutter of your walls, roll of your hips, was electric and hot. You were all he sensed - all he heard, all he felt, all he knew.
“Fuck, I missed you.”
His hands gripped you roughly in a fit of anguish. The pressure startled you out of your lazy stupor. Your eyes locked with his, as he revered you from below. Yours were blown wide, his were watery and red.
No one needed anything more to be said.
Jisung, abandoning all he had worked toward, began to push into you, a fast-paced rhythm snapping into you. All he could think about was you - you, who waited for him to come home when it was clear he wouldn’t. You, who rushed from work everyday to check if he was still there. You, who didn’t ask why he was bruised and cut up. His thrusts grew from slow to frenzied, knocking the air from your lungs, but plastered a smile on your face. Every impact was a jolt of pleasure.
Your nails scraped down his broad, sweaty back, drawing your signature. He was yours, you thought. As wet, sticky sounds mixed with breathless moans, choked gasps, and cut-off curses, you surrendered to him, at the mercy of his chaos.
“Y/n,” he whined, “look at me. Watch me.”
He held your face in his hand, forcing you to meet his gaze. He was the most beautiful you had remember ever seeing him. His eyes were teary and glazed. His hair damp, his lips bitten and bloody.
“…all because of you.”
Each slam into you tore through you with absolutely no grace - you couldn’t control how loud you screamed and he could barely control himself. He was erratic at this point, choosing to let himself be consumed by you.
All coherent speech dissipated into muffled moans as you collapsed into him, your high hot and unstoppable as it dared to crash. You didn’t even possess the strength to announce it, you merely trembled violently as your needy cunt tightened around him.
Jisung had the foresight to held you closer, his own rhythm faltering but not stopping. You shook, your core tightening violently, but he was still chasing his own pleasure. He was greedy. He was enveloped in you - you were scorching and strangled around his cock, as your back arched. You whined so gently against his ear, too. Your shaky breaths were the prettiest sounds he’d ever hear.
“I’m close, too, I promise.”
He knew he couldn’t be here forever. The way your heart beat against ribs was a sign you were growing too stimulated and needed your own release right then. He willed a few desperate thrusts, deep and hard, pounding into you a little bit more. With a jagged groan, he lost control and slumped against the couch, your walls clenching around him, squeezing out the last dredges of his orgasm as you fell victim to yours.
Silence.
Except for your uneven breathing and the fading thud of both your heartbeats, the apartment was quiet. Not the awful kind that had lived between you these past few months. This felt familiar. The kind built and softened over eight years together.
Jisung lifted you off him easily. You landed beside him with a graceless little flop, groaning tiredly before giving him a weak thumbs-up that made his chest loosen. You looked exhausted - flushed, damp with sweat, completely worn out. He probably looked just as rough, though his body had already started recovering.
“I’m gonna reheat your tea, babe,” he murmured as he got up. “And grab the baby wipes.”
You shifted like you wanted to follow him, or maybe stop him, but your body barely cooperated. Your lips parted around some unfinished thought before you looked down instead, guilt flickering across your face.
Jisung understood anyway.
“Or,” he said softly, settling back down beside you, “I can stay here a bit. Or a while.”
You smiled then - small and wobbly. Tears welled before you even noticed them, and Jisung brushed them away with confidently careful hands.
He pulled you against him and got comfortable. You folded into him naturally, curling between his side and arm as a hand rested right on top of his heart. His body followed suit, completing each end of the puzzle flawlessly. Jisung rested his head against yours, knowing this wouldn’t be the last time he’d make you cry.
𝓱an jisung x 𝓯em!reader ˚ִִ𓈒 ۫ 𝄞 uni au 𓏼 plug!sungie is the only one who can help you with your struggles. if only you saw him more than just the 'therapist friend who sells weed.' ᥕ. angst, comfort sex, oral, weed, drugs, bigdick!jisung, idk if its noticeable but i don't smoke so if u see that i didn't properly write the smoking and getting high part yk why know, reader is using jisung and treating him like a therapist. mdni. i have a gun.
4:58 pm. you stared at the clock. 2 more minutes left. you looked back at your professor and everyone else sitting down, some were taking notes, some were on their phones, and some were.. making out in the corner. ew.
you impatiently bounced your leg under the table, barely paying attention to what your professor was saying. something about a project of whatever.. you didn't really care, you just wanted to get out of that room as fast as you could.
you arranged a meeting with your stupid but hot plug somewhere behind the restaurant you worked at. his name was han jisung. you didn't really know much about him, but then again.. you didn't care. he was just your plug. "stupid crazy weed seller" as every one calls him. the only thing you know is his weed is the fucking best thing you've ever had. and he's a loser. a hot loser, though. you'd have sex with him a few times, sure. but that was only when you two were high, so it doesn't count.
and plus, it was all.. mutual.
4:59 pm. one minute left.. you were counting down the seconds in your head, watching the clock tick when you suddenly felt a vibration in your pocket. you looked down and pulled out your phone. oh. jisung was calling. you looked up at the clock—ding dong bing bong!
you quickly grabbed your bag and rushed out of there, trying to get past the students who were walking so goddamn slow for absolutely no reason at all. when you finally got out of the room, you decided to go back to your dorm first since you wanted to go and get a jacket.
you shivered slightly as you walked down the alley way, trying to find jisung. you were wearing a simple baggy pair of jeans, a white oversized t-shirt and the jacket that han gave you a few days ago. it was only out of pity though because it was the middle of the night when he gave it to you. at least that's what you think.
"u-uhm, hey!" a voice called out from nearby and you turned your head to see jisung, standing there awkwardly like it was his first time there. "hey."
you replied, putting your phone away.
"s-s-so, um.. here! you don't have to worry, it's free... uh, how was your day?"
"free? really? thanks! my day was kinda shitty today, i'm not gonna lie.. if i have to relive this shit again one more time i swear i'm gonna fucking kill myself."
"oh.. do you wanna go to my place and talk about it? some cop caught me on my way here and i almost got arrested on the spot.." he said, and you could've sworn you saw light pink blush on his cheeks as he said that. you giggled, taking the box of weed brownies. "just say you wanna fuck me, its fine."
"what? no! no! sorry, i don't know why my place specifically came out of my mouth.. it was just the first thing i thought about. no, seriously.. do you wanna talk about it? like.. your day today?"
"you seem pretty nervous, sung. what's wrong?"
"nothing!" paying no mind to it, you shrugged it off and agreed to go to his place. you'd been there a few times, sure. it was cool. you sucked and fucked him on his couch and his roommates bed and yeah. pretty average dorm you'd say.
jisung wasn't really the kind of person to bring people to his own place.. especially a girl. his roommates—lee know and felix—knew that. they'd always make fun of him because of it. well, as if they were any better.
"my roommates aren't here today." han opened the door and stepped inside, kicking off his shoes. "sit whereever you want."
you took off your.. well, no.. his jacket and plopped down onto his couch. you placed the weed brownies on the coffee table and started munching on one. and fuuckkk, they were so good. as you were eating, you noticed jisung pulling out two cigarettes. "do you wanna..?"
"are you fucking kidding me? of course!" you squealed, grabbing one from his hand and placing it in between your lips. "can you light it up for me, sungie, pleaasee..?"
"o-okay." god, jisung couldn't resist that look on your face. he never wanted to be a cigarette so badly in his life, he felt pathetic. he accepted his feelings for you two days ago, and was planning to confess.. i dunno. soon. he tells himself. but.. what did you think of him? you never actually took the time and check in on him like he did with you. he'd always text you and ask you how you were doing, but you never actually texted him back unless you were feeling like shit and wanted some drugs.
the more he thought about it, the more he began to overthink. no, jisung, focus! you were right there with him, sitting on his couch and.. "jisung? hellooo?! i asked if you could light it up for me!"
you snapped your fingers right in front of his face and he flinched, quickly coming back to reality. "right, sorry." he grabbed a lighter that so happened to be nearby and lit up the cigarette in your mouth. oh how badly he wanted to be that goddamn cigarette.
it wasn't even 10 minutes later and you two were already higher than the sky, making out sloppily on his couch. the moment he pulled away, you started sobbing. "hey, whats wrong?"
"fuckmylife, fuckmylife, fuck my life! i'm like the most unluckiest person ever, first.. my mom reminds me how worthless i am and-and then.. my professor.. fucking makes me feel like shit and tells me i'm not doing hard enough! and i almost got fired from my job and.. ugh.." you kept on going, more and more tears rolling down your cheeks while jisung cuddled closer to you, whispering words of reassurance and hope in your ear. "it's.. it's okay, baby.. it's okay. just let it all out, i'm here now..." he spoke softly. you sobbed in his chest.. and woah, was he working out more? you didn't even know what you were feeling now. horny because of jisung? sad because of how fucked up your life is? happy that someone is comforting you? and because of that, you started sobbing even harder.
jisung gently caressed your back, placing soft kisses on your forehead. he continued to whisper sweet things in your ear until you finally managed to calm down. "can.. can we make out again?" you suddenly asked, your entire mood shifting as your gaze went down to his lips-
"uh.. what?" he asked, confused. you were just breaking down now you suddenly wanna go back to making out? "it'll make me feel better.. if you don't want to that's okay." you spoke softly. "i need another cig.. mm.. ciggy's."
you're too high. i should probably take you back home. is what jisung wanted to say. but for some reason, the words got stuck in his throat. you pulled yourself away from his grip and sat up, picking up the last weed brownie in the box that was probably sitting in there for 20 minutes. "yummyy.." you giggled.
you felt a pair of arms wrap back around your waist, and you turned your head to see jisung. he pulled you closer.. your breath got caught up in your throat when he pulled you in for a kiss, brownie still half eaten in your hand. you placed it back in the box to grab his hair and kiss him back, giving him access to your tongue. and with that, you two were making out again. he pulled away and placed sloppy kisses on your neck down to your chest. "can i.."
"yes, please.. sungie. i need you to make me feel better." you gasped as he gently squeezed your tits together before ripping off your shirt. his mouth wrapped around your nipple, his hands travelling down to your thighs.
"m-mmh!" you moaned, arching your back. he pulled away from your breasts and looked at you with puppy eyes, as if he was asking for permission to take your pants off. you nodded.
he quickly pulled your pants down and started kissing from your stomach down to your crotch, his fat tongue pressing against your clothed pussy. "h-hhaah, please.. sungie.. i need it!" you whined. he pulled your panties aside and practically buried his face between your legs, eating you out like a starved man.
"oh!" you gasped, grabbing his hair. his tongue was practically plunging itself into you, fucking you sloppily and desperate as if he were a virgin. he slipped a finger inside of you, pumping it in and out of your wet pussy.
"hnngh! s-sungiiiee! ah!" you whined, reaching your orgasm as his tongue licked a fat stripe on your clit. he pulled his fingers out and put them up to your mouth. "t-tase yourself." you moaned, sucking your juices off of his fingers. "n-need your cock, sungie.. please."
he unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers, revealing his 6 inch cock. "y-you want it..?"
"y-yes! please! i-i want you.. i need you.. inside of me.."
he pushed your legs up to your chest, rubbing his mushroom tip against your wet clit. he gently pushed inside, stopping to see if you were comfortable. after making sure you were, he pushed inside and started pumping. he groaned, increasing the speed as you held your legs up for him.
he started going faster, gently grabbing your hand to place a kiss. "s-sungie!! ughh- y-y're.. soo bigg!!" you whined, your eyes rolling back. "f-feels good, baby?"
"m-mmfh!! f-feels so good!" you gasped as he fucked you to oblivion, you swore you could feel his tip brush against your womb. "n-need you to cum.. 'side me.. please.. breed me.."
he whined, grabbing your hips to hold you down. the sound of skin slapping echoed through out the dorms as jisung fucked you on his couch. "baby.. 'm gonna cum.."
you whined, trying to find his hand as you squirted all over his cock while he thrust into your pussy during your orgasm. he gently grabbed your hand, letting you know you were safe before nutting inside your womb, his white sticky cum leaking out as he pulled out. "a-are you okay, baby..?"
"h-hah.. i'm fine.. i'm fine.."
"are you sure? uh- wait here!" he ran to the bathroom while you panted and let out a deep sigh, trying to sit up. "n-no! don't get up! here!" he came back with a wet towel, gently pushing you back down onto the couch. "s-so.. um.. it doesn't leak out. and.. y'know." he gently wiped down on your clit. you squirmed but quickly pulled yourself together and tried to stay still.
"i-i'm sorry! does it hurt?!" he stopped what he was doing to quickly apologize. "n-no.. its fine.. just stings a bit.."
"o-oh.. okay.. so can i..?"
"keep going."
"okay.."
when he finished, he said he was going to go get a cold class of water. you waited and turned to the clock to see what time it was. 9 pm, what the fuck?! you weren't gonna go home at that time! you weren't even at jisungs place for that long! you sighed.. maybe i could spend the night here. you thought to yourself.
jisung came back with a glass of cold iced water. "here.."
"hey, jisung?"
"yeah?"
"do you mind if i stay over?" you asked. he froze. you? stay over? god he couldn't believe it. his ears quickly turned red as he nodded as fast as he could, looking at you with a smile. "y-yes! of course! a-and you can also borrow my clothes if you want!"
"great, you're the best." you smiled back. oh my god. she thinks i'm the best!!! jisung thought to himself. "o-of course! it's no problem at all.."
you were wearing his stupid minecraft shirt and pokemon shorts, plopping down onto his bed as if it was something you'd done before. you just wanted some sleep, when, suddenly.. "are you really sure you're comfortable sleeping in the same bed? y'know you can just sleep in lee know or hyunjin's room.."
"don't worryy, it'll be fine! what, do you have like a crush on me or something?" you teased. yes, yes i do! was what he really wanted to say. but he didn't have the courage. "n-no.. never.." he spoke, forcing himself to let out a chuckle.
jisung decided to maybe give you a hint. maybe you'd say something like 'you're the only boy i'll give a chance' or maybe your ears will turn red and.. "but, y'know.. if we were dating, how do you think it would be-"
"come on, sungie. you know we're just friends." jisung's heart dropped as soon as you said those words. "right. sorry, i was just joking." you giggled, oblivious to his urge to cry. friends? friends don't fuck each other on their couch for comfort, friend's don't give each other cute nicknames like 'baby' or 'honey', friends don't smoke together and make out when they're high, friend's.. friend's dont-
"it's fine, sungie. i know you were joking. it's not like you'd actually have a crush on me, right? come on, let's just go to sleep." you brushed it off and wrapped your arms around him. were you cuddling him now? he took a deep breath and sighed, pulling you closer.
friends don't cuddle like this after getting high and having sex. but apparently you two do.
𝓓OUBLE TROUBLE tamer!minho x brats!jisung&&fem!reader ꣓𑣿ྀི when you and sungie are both testing minho's patience, you already know it won't end well ! (｡ﾉω＼｡) warnings. oral sex, sex, minho helps reader ride jisung, hyung kink, idk im too lazy to add more but mdni obviously. and yes i half assed the end coz i got tired. only the first 2-4 paragraphs r proofread help
"uughh, come onn! you're always the one picking the movie!" you whined, trying to steal the remote from jisung. "nuh-uh!" he huffed and pushed you away from him, gripping the remote in his hands like it was a matter of life or death.
minho sighed. it was supposed to be a calm, fun movie night with all three of you, but he was starting to regret agreeing to it, seeing you two fight over the remote like spoiled brats. you two were clearly testing his patience.
"hyunngg!!! stop her! she's trying to steal the remote from me!" jisung continued his attempts to push you away from him, but clearly it didn't work. you grabbed the remote from his hands, stood up and held it up like a trophy. "aha! see? now i-" your words got caught up in your throat when suddenly..
minho wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down onto his lap, stealing the remote. "shut up. do you two seriously have to be this loud for a remote?"
"h-huh?! oppa, what the hell?! give me that!" you whined, squirming in his lap in an attempt to escape and get the remote back. meanwhile, jisung laid on the floor and stared up at minho with puppy eyes, acting as if he was helpless and vulnerable and that remote was his only hope in life.
"hyung! it's not fair! not fair, not fair.. not fair.. notfairnotfairnotfairnotfairnotfair!!!!" he yelled, throwing a tantrum on the floor like a fucking loser. he grabbed a pillow and buried his face in it, kicking his legs up. oh my fucking god.
you were both squirming and begging for the remote, movie night and popcorn on the coffee table now forgotten. it wasn't until a loud smack echoed across the room.
minho's hand harshly landed on your thigh, pausing before doing it again. "brats. both of you. wasn't your last punishment enough? now you two start going against your word about behaving and throwing tantrums over a remote?"
"'m sorry, oppa.." you whined, feeling his hand slap your thigh again. "i think you both need another punishment."
"n-no! we can be good! promise!" jisung sat up from the floor, placing his hands on his knees and looking up at minho with doe eyes. "after that? i don't think i can trust you two anymore.. always making promises about behaving then going and throwing tantrums the next day.."
minho spoke softly, combing your hair with his fingers. a few seconds later, he pulled on your hair roughly. he pressed his chin against your shoulder and looked at you with a mock of empathy as you felt a pool of warmth in between your legs. "'s been a while since you've been eaten out, hasn't it, kitten?"
"y-yes!!" you quickly nodded, letting out a whimper as minho's hand gently started rubbing you through your panties. "color?"
"g-green.. green.. please, i'm sorry for being a brat.."
"come here, jisung." minho patted your thigh.
jisung crawled till he was right in between your legs, staring up at the two of you with doe eyes. minho teared your panties apart. "h-huh- hey!" you squirmed in his lap.
"i'll buy you a new one soon, bunny." minho grabbed your hips and held you in place. meanwhile, jisung was staring at your pussy as if it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. he quickly dove in, fucking you with his tongue without warning.
you gasped, holding onto his hair. he ate you out as if he hadn't eaten in days, sucking on your clit and slipping a finger inside of you. minho watched with a smirk on his face, holding you down so you wouldn't squirm around.
"n-nngh! s-sungie! 's too much..!" you whined, leaning your head back against minho's shoulder. jisung slipped in a second finger, his fat tongue licking the juices off of your clit. "a-aah..! i-i'm so close!"
minho suddenly pulled on jisung's hair, stopping him from eating you out. you both froze and stared at him in confusion. "h-hyung, please.." jisung begged.
"no," minho paused.
"how about we take this to the bedroom? wouldn't want to make a mess here, hm?" he added, pushing you off of his lap.
"h-hhaah... hyung.." jisung whined, his wrists tied together. you sat on top of him with minho guiding you. "need you to be a good girl and sit on sungie's dick, okay?"
"o-okay.." you mumbled, doing exactly as he said. jisungs hard dick slipped inside you easily, considering how wet you were. minho grabbed your hips and started guiding you again.
he bounced you on jisung's cock, watching the man whine and push his hips up. you gasped, feeling the hard material poke at your womb.
minho fucked you down onto jisung's cock—his grip on your hip was almost enough to leave a bruise. jisung continued to whine and beg, staring at your tits bouncing in front of his face. "m-mmph.. y/n.. gon' cum.."
hearing that, minho grinned and increased the speed. you moaned, grabbing jisung's face and pulling him into a deep kiss. he kissed you back, letting minho get hard as he watched you two make out in front of him.
he watched as jisung nutted deep inside of you, his cum leaking out when you got off of him.
"you two 'are gonna behave from now on, right?" minho glanced at you.
Just a simple 'fuck' is what the two of you are. He's busy all the time and you're a hard working woman. The both of you just want a simple easy way to have sex and relieve eachothers crave for touch.
You had never cared for a relationship, it's a 'temporary' thing you would say to yourself. You thought if anything, all relationships do is cause pain when you both realize you can't complete eachothers dreams. Jeongin on the other hand, wants a family, believes in soulmates, but with his contract and tight schedule–he can't even make time for a girlfriend.
It could've been the fact that every night after you would give him the best head or bouncing on the man's dick like you've never had anything better, he would hold you close and tell you all the little dreams he has about wanting something pure and beautiful, a relationship. Then the night would sink in, made you think, made you realize you wanted something more. Before you could get lost in thought he then would tell you "welp" and fall asleep.
That's when you decided you didn't want to do this anymore, downloading a stupid dating app that Chan had recommended. It felt stupid it really did, but then you ended up matching with someone. He was good looking almost the same interest as you and you couldn't help but actually be excited to get to know him. About three weeks into talking the two of you finally decided to go out to dinner in the city.
You're makeup done perfectly, a slim tight beautiful dress that rises all the way up your thighs. Feeling finally sexy for once, you were able to get all ready and feel good about liking someone in such a long time.
Right before heading out you stop at the entrance of your house. Looking into the mirror and fixing your lip liner once more for the tenth time tonight. That's when you hear the door open. Jeongin. You completely forgot he had his own key to your house at this point. He was able to come in and out whenever he wanted or you could say needed.
His eyes take you in, really taking you in and looking at how extraordinary you look. "All this for me darling?" He mocks and you could already tell by his voice he's only here for one thing. "No." You say with your voice sturn. "No? What, you gonna go somewhere like that?" You roll your eyes, finally turning around to face him so he could get a better look at you. "I have a date."
"A date?" He says with a confused look. "The fuck you hate a date for?" You want to smile so badly, from his language you can tell he's already getting jealous. "Last time I checked were allowed to do whatever we want," That's when you take a step forward and look up at him. "This," You say pointing to you and him with your index finger "Is just sex remember?" With a big smile on your face you grab your bag from the table and open the front door.
His big arm blocks the door closing it in one push. "Ah, ah, where do you think you're going darling?" You don't face him, you know you can't. "I already told you, a date." Hearing him click his tongue and chuckle. "You aren't going anywhere."
That's when he pulls you by your waist and presses you against him. "I've got a problem that you need to fix," Jeongin turns you around to face him, pulling your chin up to make you look into his eyes. "Before you can go you need to take me into that pretty mouth."
"But–" "Shhh, the faster you make me finish the faster you can go to see that asshole." You've never heard him be so vulgar with his words and that's how you know it's affecting him. His hands push down at your shoulder's making you get on your knees in such a tight dress. "You're dressed like that to go see him? Unbelievable." You pull down his pants to just get the situation over with.
He moves your hair out your face with a big grin. Watching you pull his pants down along with his boxers. His tip stands loud and proud, a big prominent vein along the base and all the way to the head. Sticking out your tongue to lick up a strip along him. Jeongin shivered and let out an open mouth gasp. "That damn tongue of yours is gonna make me cum already." That's when you're mouth makes full contact with him. Taking his thick length and putting it into your mouth as you start to suck him off.
Jeongin holding your hair back in a tight ponytail. His grip is everything nice, making you bob your head faster painfully hitting the back of your throat. "C'mon you can go faster darling." And you do, you're tongue swirling around him as you continue to suck hik dry of all he's got.
You're hands pumping the rest of the length that you can't reach, stroking and pressing down on it in a grip that gives him pleasure. "Oh fuck–" Jeongin throws his head back and that's when you see it. That beautiful jawline of his along with his adam's apple bobbing everytime he gets closer to his climax. His big strong hands push your head into deepthroating him harder.
Looking up at him for a split second, watching his face contorted in pleasure made you twitch. That's when you decided to toy with him and moan softly as his cock was still buried in your throat. "You wanna play that game darling? You know you won't win." Right then, you decided to pull away from him leaving a smile on your face as you kissed his now irritated pretty pink tip. "That's the point, I like when you win." Jeongin smiles, dimples on full display watching you still on your knees.
"And what about your date?" Jeongin says raising an eyebrow at you, before you could reply his white t-shit gets pulled up and off his head. You're eyes taking him in. It's a sight for sore eyes, his body's so perfectly defined. His neglected leaking tip standing up prominently. But that's when you realize his words YOUR DATE.
Getting off your weak knees stumbling to grab your bag and fix your makeup before you go out to see him. "What? You're actually going to go?" Jeongin rolls his eyes annoyed and groans. "After everything we–" "We what jeongin?" It's not the casual 'innie' or 'baby' it's just 'jeongin' and that's what hit's him. Hard. "All we do it fuck, I want more than that. I want to start a family by now."
His eyes widened and looked up to look at you now that you're facing him. "Now... Now? Now you want to start a family? Because of one guy you met ONLINE? Now you want to find love?" He doesn't even look up at you starting to pick up his pants as he fastens his belt. That's when you rub your hands along your temple. "I want a family now because of YOU, jeongin." Throughout the yelling, his voice now a little over a whisper. "What...?" "Jeongin, you made me want a family. But I don't want to start one, nor have a boyfriend, if it's not with you." You didn't even process your words.
All the time you spend thinking he was always apart of it. The whole 'want a family' knowing damn well the only reason you wanted one was because of him.
Jeongin's steps get closer, until he's now finally close enough to feel your breath on his chest. "Tell me it's a joke... for my sake tell me what I heard, was a joke." "I love you, innie." The words that rolled off your tongue were sincere, they were true. He pulled you against him chest to chest and kisses you. The kiss was soft as his hand rested on your jaw. Noses bumping into eachother but you could care less this is all you've wanted. Not a kiss after sex, maybe one during. An actual kiss. One that tied you guys together.
His hands pick you up–hoisting you up and onto his lap as he carries you to the couch. His chest still left bare, his pants are the only thing keeping him apart from you. Once you made it to the couch he sat you right ontop of him. The kiss was all passion and longing. Jeongin was the first to pull away, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and resting his forehead on yours. "I love you." You smile at his words and push him lightly to rest back against the couch.
"Does this mean we can finally actually 'make love'." You say making quotation marks with your fingers. He nods, a simple one. Watching you in your eyes realizing how much he would sacrifice for you.
Taking another good look at you before leaning in to kiss you once more. He gets a good grip on your thighs that are resting on his lap and picking you up to lay on the couch on your back. The kiss never breaks, his tongue working into your mouth with such precision that makes your skin heat up. Leaving little groans into your mouth as he palms your breast through the dress. "Ah~" The noise coming out your mouth and he swallows it like nothing.
By the time you pull away panting and gasping for air, you already feel something poking into your thigh making you smirk and lick his bottom lip. "Already?" You say teasingly. "Hey, you didn't even let me cum before so don't get mad that my beautiful girlfriend gets me all excited." You're index finger plays with a strand of of hair that rest on the back of his nape. "Girlfriend?" You suddenly look up realizing what he said.
"I'll ask you properly after we got ourselves situated, yeah?" Nodding excitedly not knowing what's more thrilling, the idea of jeongin finally asking you out, or the fact that you've had pent up desire since he barged in unannounced.
You're hips lift easily as his hands push up your dress, your take the opportunity to pull it off and over your head so he could get a good look at you. "Even after all this time, it'll always feel like the first night we spent together." Before you could react, his tongue is licking all over your skin. Leaving open mouthed kisses on your collarbone then trailing down to your stomach. "D-Don't say things like that." Already getting flustered by all the sudden body worship he's giving you.
His lips stop at the edge of your panties. Looking up at you as if he needs permission. Giving him a nod and a little grin he does, you're already wet panties drop to the floor as his head moves and licks all over your thighs. You're legs threaten to shut him and let him stay there but you have to play nice.
Jeongin's already shirtless and pulling off his pants. You lean up and undo the clasp of your bra. Once the two of you finally see eachother nude it was like seeing a horny teenager's on eachother. You're legs instantly wrap around his waist as you pulled him in for yet another kiss. He guids himself to your entrance like he's done multiple times, but this time it's true need. Not for your body but for the fact that he wants to be one with you. You're breathe stuttered once he pushed in every inch, just like you always did before. He smiles. "Still can't take me properly darling."
Pushing at his shoulders getting impatient by his impossible teasing. "Just push it in already, shit." Biting down on your lip feeling him slowly bottom out into you. Rubbing your inner thighs softly knowing how you have to adjust first. "You got it, take your time." Even after all the teasing he still managed to be such a gentleman and let you make sure you're comfortable at all times.
Holding himself up on the armrest of the couch right above your head. Eyes raking over how his body. Admiring how much his body has changed so much since you first met him. Jeongin's free hand is holding your leg open to be able to move in and out of you swiftly.
His cock piston's directly into your guys you forgot how big he is. Hitting into your g-spot with just one deep stroke of his cock. You're eyes shut as you moan out his name. "If you want me to keep going then eyes better stay on me darling." And of course, you do as you're told.
You're eyes never leave his and that's what makes him move his grinds faster. The tip of his cock slipping into your walls repeatedly pushing into your hot womb. Hitting you ever so deliciously you feel like you're seeing angels but it's just the copper haired man howering over you and pushing his seven inch dick into you like he's never had good pussy before.
Jeongin starts moving faster your walls clenching around him as he continues. His biceps being covered with scratches by how good he's fucking you yet, pouring all his love into every roll of his hips. "Fuck, i'm so in love with you," He rants on into your temple.
You're back already in an arch as you roll your head back due to the immense pleasure he's giving you. That's when you hear your phone go off next to you. The tinder date you forgot to cancel on. Jeongin smiles and answers before you could protest. "He-hello? Is this y/n?" Before the guy could let out another word, jeongin pulls out just to slam back into you. A shout leaves your lips and you don't even try to stop it, you smile.
He notices it and whispers into your ear soft praises about how good you feel for him as he abuses your poor cunt. You're juices practically flying everywhere with the direct hits into your hole, his balls slap against your ass as your cum pool down at his base. "Ooh– fuck!" Not even exaggerating because of the man still on the phone you having the best time of your life. "Y/n? Is this a joke–" "Oh baby, fuck– gonna cum... please make me cum!"
With the biggest smile on his face he does. His fingers reaching down to flick your clit in the same pase of his thrust. "Cum, do it f'me darling." Jeongin bites down on his lip hiding his smirk forming. The circles on your clit make your body collapse. You're thighs spread wider as you squirt all over jeongin's dick and sofa. He isn't that far behind, because of how tight you got once you came he followed soon after. Rutting his hips into your's babbling nonsense. "Still want that family love?"
"Mmm, yes, fuck–" You say feeling his squirts of cum shoot straight into your womb like promised. He kisses your nose and pecks your lips before grabbing your phone and still seeing he's on the other line. "Sorry dude, i'll make sure to send a wedding invite. No hard feelings right?" Then the line cuts.
Felix's pretty long blonde locks tangled in your fingers. You're own hand making his head bob into your pussy for more friction. He's so talented with just his mouth it's concerning, if he could he would choose to die in between your legs.
Originally, you two were watching a show but then felix and his love for dessert started making him want a sweet treat every so desperately. Leading him down on you to eat out his favorite dessert of them all. You're tank top it pulled up to rest right above your breasts. one hand flicking and doing circles on your pussy as he practically makes out with your clit and tongue fucks you at the same time.
The other hand is holding you open by your thighs because no matter how many times he eats you out (mostly daily) the pleasure will always be too much for you to handle.
You're hips begin to buck against him as you're own hand plays with your nipple, fiddling it the way your little lixie would. "Oh fuck yes! Mmm! Fuck–" Never caring if his roommate would hear because frankly, you could give not even two fucks. Felix takes the sign to spit into you and rub faster, shove his tongue into you impossibly deeper and you feel like you're already seeing angels, but that's just felix talking you through it with his pretty deep voice.
"Close sunny? Yeah, come on. Ride this face." And you do, because the way that it falls from his lips, the wording the every letter that hits your cunt as he works you open is ever so beautiful.
If you weren't seeing stars before you sure were now, adding two fingers instantly into your pussy. Pulsing walls that are squeezing around his fingers he uses to play his video games. "Sunny wants more? You can take one more cant you baby girl?" That's when his pretty brown eyes turn up to look at you, really look at you. Shivering and already fucked out, aching for him to give you more of whatever he wants to give you.
"Yes lixie, I-I can-" You panted out. Not even one second after saying you could you feel another one enter you. This time his fingers curling into you a rapid pace. Back already arching off the bed as you tug on his hair. Pushing his face into your center making his jaw drip in your juices. He growls against you and watches the way you're eyes roll back. You bite down on your lip a long moan trying to break out from you.
Shuddering in his hands as his fingers pump in and out of you with such precision. "Come on angel, so close f'me. I can feel lt." You're legs twisting and turning on the mattress trying to pull away from immense pleasure. Yet, he doesn't let you holding you still and sucking you try as his fingers work to pull your orgasm from you.
"Oh fuck–!" You're fingers push at his shoulders once more before digging them into his soft skin and milking his face. "Theree ya' go, so good," His hands curl once more inside of you before pulling them out and sucking them dry. You're spent, panting and shaking from how good he just finger AND tongue fucked you.
Felix doesn't leave you alone for a second, holding you and leaving kisses on your shoulders. Praises being melted into your skin as he leaves love bites underneath your breath. "Want me to start the bath sunny?" All you could do is smile and nod, the man just fucked you and now he's treating you like a princess. You won.
You watch yourself—well try to atleast... You're legs being spreaded open by the force of your husband's strong thighs. His legs tangled around yours to hold you still from shutting them. You're drooling, already gone dumb by his digits rubbing against your precious little clit. His free hand holding up your jaw to wtach your own reflection in the large mirror.
A huge huffing and whimpering mess against his chest, you're practically puddy. Leeknow has your back against his chest with your legs spread wide enough for him to see your dripping cunt. The rug under you soaked already with your juicess flying everywhere, soaking the mirrors, the carpet, and his wrist. Leeknow fucks your open with two of his fingers.
The bedroom reeks of your sex, his mom's just in the other room humming to a melody you could care less what the name was. For such a big mama's boy the fact that he's fingering you into an oblivion isn't something so innocent.
"Ah fuck, you feel how deep just my fingers are?" You nod but it's not really considered a nod because of the tight grip he has locked on your jaw. Leeknows veiny, thick, and long fingers pumping into you like you're the only ones home. "Look at the way you soak my fingers." Tapping on your cheek with his thumb forcing you to watch. "You want to tell everyone i'm sweet, i'll so you sweet." His hands firm against your walls making you shiver and arch against him, his grip turns tighter by adding a third finger into your hole.
"Min–! Oh fu–" You get caught off by a hand covering your mouth tightly. "I never said you could speak jagi." Moving his fingers faster into you, the force is to much you want to shut your legs but he's too strong. Leeknow's three fingers working inside in a curling motion that makes you weak. His thumb now rubbing circles against your clit, the pleasure's too much you feel it ripping out.
Licking on your neck and whispering praises with a mix of filthy one"G-Gonna... cum! Yes—min!" And just like that you do, you're juices squirted all over the large mirror infront of you. You're climax now on his palm and wrist watching you in the mirror as his fingers reach up to get sucked into his mouth. Leeknow's tongue swirling around every inch of his fingers to not waste a drop of your sweet stuff. Watching yourself in the mirror makes you look pathetic but you could careless at this point.
"Minho, come out for din—" Leeknow's mother walks in to find your body limp in her sons arrm's and watches your breathing being far from steady. Panties thrown around along with your lost shorts.
